ERIC OR, LITTLE BY LITTLE A TALE OF ROSLYN SCHOOL By FREDERIC W. FARRAR, D.D. Author of “The Life of Christ,” “Julian Home,” “St. Winifreds,” etc WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY GEORGE A. TRAVER 1902 CONTENTS PART I CHAPTER I--CHILDHOOD CHAPTER II--A NEW HOME CHAPTER III--BULLYING CHAPTER IV--CRIBBING CHAPTER V--THE SECOND TERM CHAPTER VI--HOME AFFECTIONS CHAPTER VII--ERIC A BOARDER CHAPTER VIII--“TAKING UP” CHAPTER IX--“DEAD FLIES,” OR “YE SHALL BE AS GODS” CHAPTER X--DORMITORY LIFE CHAPTER XI--ERIC IN COVENTRY CHAPTER XII--THE TRIAL CHAPTER XIII--THE ADVENTURE AT THE STACK CHAPTER XIV--THE SILVER CORD BROKEN CHAPTER XV--HOME AGAIN PART II CHAPTER I--ABDIEL CHAPTER II--WILDNEY CHAPTER III--THE JOLLY HERRING CHAPTER IV--MR. ROSE AND BRIGSON CHAPTER V--RIPPLES CHAPTER VI--ERIC AND MONTAGU CHAPTER VII--THE PIGEONS CHAPTER VIII--SOWING THE WIND CHAPTER IX--WHOM THE GODS LOVE DIE YOUNG CHAPTER X--THE LAST TEMPTATION CHAPTER XI--REAPING THE WHIRLWIND CHAPTER XII--THE STORMY PETREL CHAPTER XIII--HOME AT LAST CHAPTER XIV--CONCLUSION ILLUSTRATIONS BULLYING ERIC _Vignette on title-page_ SMOKING ON THE ROCK OUT OF THE WINDOW ERIC AND VERNON HIDING ERIC ESCAPING FROM THE SHIP _Frontispiece_ ERIC: OR, LITTLE BY LITTLE PART 1 CHAPTER I CHILDHOOD “Ah dear delights, that o’er my soul On memory’s wing like shadows fly! Ah flowers that Joy from Eden stole, While Innocence stood laughing by.”--COLERIDGE. “Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” cried a young boy, as he capered vigorously about, and clapped his hands. “Papa and mamma will be home in a week now, and then we shall stay here a little time, and _then_, and _then_, I shall go to school.” The last words were enunciated with immense importance, as he stopped his impromptu dance before the chair where his sober cousin Fanny was patiently working at her crochet; but she did not look so much affected by the announcement as the boy seemed to demand, so he again exclaimed, “And then, Miss Fanny, I shall go to school.” “Well, Eric,” said Fanny, raising her matter-of-fact quiet face from her endless work, “I doubt, dear, whether you will talk of it with quite as much joy a year hence.” “O ay, Fanny, that’s just like you to say so; you’re always talking and prophesying; but never mind, I’m going to school, so hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” and he again began his capering,--jumping over the chairs, trying to vault the tables, singing and dancing with an exuberance of delight, till, catching a sudden sight of his little spaniel Flo, he sprang through the open window into the garden, and disappeared behind the trees of the shrubbery; but Fanny still heard his clear, ringing, silvery laughter, as he continued his games in the summer air.