Jenny," cried Mrs.Leslie.
But Jenny shook her head, laid the card on the desk beside Randal, and vanished without saying a word.
"Oh, look, Randal, look up," cried Oliver, who had again rushed to the window; "such a pretty gray pony!" Randal did look up; nay, he went deliberately to the window, and gazed a moment on the high-mettled pony and the well-dressed, spirited rider.

In that moment changes passed over Randal's countenance more rapidly than clouds over the sky in a gusty day.

Now envy and discontent, with the curled lip and the gloomy scowl; now hope and proud self-esteem, with the clearing brow and the lofty smile; and then again all became cold, firm, and close, as he walked back to his books, seated himself resolutely, and said, half aloud,--"Well, KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!".