I knew Mr.Remsen ten years ago, and a more bothersome lad we never had.

He had Number 15, and we never knew what to expect next.

One week he'd set the building on fire with his experiments, and the next he'd break all the panes in the window with his football.

But then he was such a nice boy!" And with this seemingly contradictory statement the Matron trudged away with her armful of towels, and Joel took up his flight again, across the yard to Academy Road, and thence over the fence into Turner's meadows, where the hill starts on its rise to the village.

Skirting the hill, he trudged on until presently the station could be seen in the distance.