All the prize-boys wore rosebuds or lilies of the valley in their button-holes on the occasion, but on this day Eric would not wear them.

Little Wright, who was a great friend of theirs, had brought some as a present both to Eric and Montagu, as they stood together on the prize-day morning; they took them with thanks, and, as their eyes met, they understood each other's thoughts.
"No," said Eric to Wright, "we won't wear these to-day, although we have both got prizes.

Come along I know what we will do with them." They all three walked together to the little green, quiet churchyard, where, by his own request, Edwin had been buried.

Many a silent visit had the friends paid to that grave, on which the turf was now green again, and the daisies had begun to bloom.

A stone had just been placed SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF AN ORPHAN, WHO DIED AT ROSLYN SCHOOL, MAY 1847, AGED FIFTEEN YEARS.
* * * * * "_Is it well with the child?
It is well_." 2 KINGS iv.