Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction
"Oh, it's all right!" Gerald answered, thinking that it had been mean
of Gilbert to try to put him against Hope. "I don't care for Gilbert
Mickle myself; he's so spiteful."
"Was he spiteful about me? Oh, well, you needn't say; I can see by
your face he was. But, never mind about him, now. How do you think
you will like the Grammar School?"
"I hardly know. I haven't made friends with any of the boys yet.
I only know you, and the Mickles. Rabjohns spoke to me."
"Oh, he's nobody! His father's a butcher, you know. If he was a lord,
Rabjohns couldn't think more of himself. I say, Willis, how much
pocket-money are you to have a week?"
Gerald told him. It was a generous allowance for a boy of his age,
for his father had lately raised the amount; but Hope appeared
to consider it quite inadequate.
"Is that all?" the latter exclaimed. "Why, I get twice as much, and
even on that I should have to be awfully close and mean if I did not
increase it. You'll have to do as I do, and stretch your money
a bit."
"I wish I could, but I don't know how to do that," Gerald said,
laughing.
"Oh, I can easily tell you," the other replied seriously.
Whereupon followed a private and confidential conversation, carried
on in low tones, until Gerald suddenly remembered that he must not
dawdle any longer if he meant to be at Haresdown House
by dinner-time.
"I must go," he declared hurriedly, "or I shall keep dinner waiting,
and Uncle Edward hates any one to be unpunctual. I'll see you again
after school this afternoon."
"Very well. Think over what I've said, and don't be a fool to your
own interests. Good-bye!"
Reginald Hope turned on his heel and retraced his footsteps, whilst
Gerald ran off homewards. He soon left the town behind him, and
reached the bridge over the Wrey, where he paused a moment to take
breath; then hurried on past Miss Goodwin's pretty villa, and up the
hill. Angel was waiting for him at the gate to tell how she had fared
that morning, for she had been to school for the first time to-day,
and was longing to recount her new experiences. But he scarcely
listened to her eager tale, and she was in consequence not a little
disappointed.
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