Harry's own trouble had overpowered even this subject of resentment.

On Sunday, the notice of the Confirmation was read.

It was to take place on the following Thursday, and all those who had already given in their names were to come to Mr.Ramsden to apply for their tickets.

While this was read, large tear-drops were silently falling on poor Harry's book.
Ethel and Norman walked together in the twilight, in deep lamentation over their brother's deprivation, which seemed especially to humble them; "for," said Norman, "I am sure no one can be more resolved on doing right than July, and he has got through school better than I did." "Yes," said Ethel; "if we don't get into his sort of scrape, it is only that we are older, not better.

I am sure mine are worse, my letting Aubrey be nearly burned--my neglects." "Papa must be doing right," said Norman, "but for July to be turned back when we are taken, makes me think of man judging only by outward appearance." "A few outrageous-looking acts of giddiness that are so much grieved over, may not be half so bad as the hundreds of wandering thoughts that one forgets, because no one else can see them!" said Ethel.
Meanwhile, Harry and Mary were sitting twisted together into a sort of bundle, on the same footstool, by Margaret's sofa.