"Anybody would think he was going to get married." "Sweet good luck if I was!" cried Sandy, gaily.
The judge put down his fork and laid his hand on Sandy's arm.

"You mustn't neglect the learning, Sandy.

You've made fine progress, and I'm proud of you.

You've worked your way this far; I'll help you to the top if you'll keep a steady head." "That I'll do," cried Sandy, grasping his hand.

"It's old Moseley's promise I have for steady work at the academy.