"They are not rich enough for a tutor. Mrs. Halliburton's the tutor. What do you think Gar Halliburton did the other day? Keating was having a row with the fourth desk, and he gave them some extra verses to do. Up goes Gar Halliburton, before he had been a minute at his seat. 'If you please, sir,' says he to Keating, 'I had better have another piece.' 'Why so?' asks Keating. 'Because,' says Gar, 'I did these same verses with my brother at home a week ago.' He meant his eldest brother; not Frank. But, now, was not that honourable, papa?" "Yes, it was," answered Mr. Glenn. "That's just the Halliburtons all over. They are ultra-honourable." "I should like to see your friend Frank, and inquire how he manages to pick up his English." "Let me bring him to tea to-morrow night!" cried Philip eagerly. "You may, if you like." "Hurrah!" shouted Philip. "And you'll persuade him not to mind his mother, but to come to our fishing party?" "Philip!" "Well, papa, I don't mean that, exactly. But I do not see the use of boys listening to their mothers just in everything." Philip Glenn seized his note, and added a postscript:--"My father sais you are to come to tea to-morrow we shall be so joly." And it was despatched to Frank by a servant in livery. CHAPTER XII. A LESSON FOR PHILIP GLENN. Frank was as eager to accept the invitation as Philip had been to offer it. When the afternoon arrived, and school was over, Frank tore home, donned his best clothes, and then tore back again to Mr. Glenn's house. Philip received him in the small room, where he and his brother prepared their lessons. "How is it that you and my boys write English so differently?" inquired Mr. Glenn, when he had made Frank's acquaintance. Frank broke into a broad smile, suggested by the remembrance of Philip's English. "We study it at home, sir." "But some one teaches you?" "Mamma. She was afraid that we should grow up ignorant of everything except Latin and Greek; so she thought she would remedy the evil." "And she takes you in an evening?" "Yes, sir; every evening except Saturday, when she is sure to be busy. She comes to the table as soon as our lessons for school are prepared, and we commence English. The easier portions of our Latin and Greek we do in the day, I and Gar: we crib the time from play-hours; and my brother William helps us at night with the more difficult parts." "Where is your brother at school?" asked Mr. Glenn. "He is not at school, sir. He is at Mr. Ashley's, with Cyril Dare. William has not been to school since papa died. But he was well up in everything, for papa had taken great pains with him, and he has gone on by himself since." "Can he do much good by himself?"