He did not tell her one of his greatest trials, however, because he thought she could not help him there. Some of the children rather looked down upon him, called him "tramp" and "beggar," twitted him with having been a circus boy, and lived in a tent like a gypsy. They did not mean to be cruel, but did it for the sake of teasing, never stopping to think how much such sport can make a fellow-creature suffer. Being a plucky fellow, Ben pretended not to mind; but he did feel it keenly, because he wanted to start afresh, and be like other boys. He was not ashamed of the old life, but finding those around him disapproved of it, he was glad to let it be forgotten,--even by himself,--for his latest recollections were not happy ones, and present comforts made past hardships seem harder than before. He said nothing of this to Miss Celia, but she found it out, and liked him all the better for keeping some of his small worries to himself. Bab and Betty came over on Monday afternoon full of indignation at some boyish insult Sam had put upon Ben, and finding them too full of it to enjoy the reading, Miss Celia asked what the matter was. Then both little girls burst out in a rapid succession of broken exclamations which did not give a very clear idea of the difficulty: "Sam didn't like it because Ben jumped farther than he did----" "And he said Ben ought to be in the poor-house." "And Ben said _he_ ought to be in a pig-pen." "So he had!--such a greedy thing, bringing lovely big apples and not giving any one a single bite!" "Then he was mad, and we all laughed, and he said, 'Want to fight?'" "And Ben said, 'No, thanky, not much fun in pounding a feather-bed.'" "Oh, he was _awfully_ mad then and chased Ben up the big maple." "He's there now, for Sam wont let him come down till he takes it all back." "Ben wont, and I do believe he'll have to stay up all night," said Betty, distressfully. "He wont care, and we'll have fun firing up his supper. Nut-cakes and cheese will go splendidly; and may be baked pears wouldn't get smashed, he's such a good catch," added Bab, decidedly relishing the prospect. "If he does not come by tea-time we will go and look after him. It seems to me I have heard something about Sam's troubling him before, haven't I?" asked Miss Celia, ready to defend her protege against all unfair persecution. "Yes'm, Sam and Mose are always plaguing Ben. They are big boys and we can't make them stop. I wont let the girls do it, and the little boys don't dare to, since Teacher spoke to them," answered Bab. "Why does not Teacher speak to the big ones?" "Ben wont tell of them or let us. He says he'll fight his own battles and hates tell-tales. I guess his wont like to have us tell you, but I don't care, for it _is_ too bad," and Betty looked ready to cry over her friend's tribulations.