Who could be his mate for cheerful courage, for skill, the ready mind, easy adroitness, and for self-command?
To imitate was a woman's utmost.
Matthew Weyburn appeared the very Matey of the first of May cricketing day among Cuper's boys the next morning, when seen pacing down the garden-walk.

He wore his white trousers of that happiest of old days--the 'white ducks' Aminta and Selina remembered.

Selina beamed.
'Yes, he did; he always wore them; but now it's a frock-coat instead of a jacket.' 'But now he will be a master instead of a schoolboy,' said Aminta.

'Let us hope he will prosper.' 'He gives me the idea of a man who must succeed,' Selina said; and she was patted, rallied, asked how she had the idea, and kissed; Aminta saying she fancied it might be thought, for he looked so confident.
'Only not what the boys used to call "cocky,"' said Selina.

'He won't be contemptuous of those he outstrips.' 'His choice of the schoolmaster's profession points to a modesty in him, does it not, little woman ?' 'He made me tell him, while you were writing your letters yesterday, all about my brother and his prospects.' 'Yes, that is like him.