"O Walter, I'm very, very miserable," said Charlie, overcome by his brother's tender manner towards him; and leaning his head on Walter's shoulder he sobbed aloud. "What is it, Charlie?" said Walter, gently stroking his light hair. "Never be afraid to tell me anything. You've done nothing wrong, I hope?" "O no, Walter. It's because I won't do wrong that they bully me." "Is that it? Then dry your tears, Charlie boy, for you may thank God, and nothing in earth or under the earth can _make_ you do wrong if you determine not--determine in the right way, you know, Charlie." "But it's so hard, Walter; I didn't know it would be so _very_ hard. The house is so bad, and no one helps me except Bliss. I don't think you were ever troubled as I am, Walter." "Never mind, Charlie. Only don't go wrong whatever they do to you. You don't know how much this will smooth your way all the rest of your school-life. It's quite true what you say, Charlie, and the state of the school is far worse than ever knew it; but that's all the more reason we should do our duty, isn't it." "O Walter, but I _know_ they'll make me do wrong some day. I wish I were at home. I wish I might leave. I get thrashed and kicked and abused every night, Walter, and almost all night long." "_Do_ you?" asked Walter, in angry amazement. "I knew that you were rather bullied--Eden told me that--but I never knew it was so bad as you say. By jove, Charlie, I should like to catch some one bullying you, and--well, I'll warrant that he shouldn't do it again." "O, I forgot, Walter, I oughtn't to have told you; they made me promise not. Only it _is_ so wretched." "Never mind, my poor little Charlie," said Walter. "Do what's right and shame the devil. I'll see if I can't devise some way of helping you; but anyhow, hold up till the end of term, and then no doubt papa will take you away if you still wish it. But what am I to do without you, Charlie?" "You're a dear, dear good brother," said Charlie, gratefully; "and but for you, Walter, I should have given in long ago." "No, Charlie, not for me, but for a truer friend than even I can be, though I love you with all my heart. But will you promise me one thing faithfully?" "Yes, that I will." "Well, promise me then that, do what they will, they shan't make you tell a lie, or do anything else that you know to be wrong." "I'll promise you, Walter, if I can," said the little boy humbly; "but I've been doing my best for a long time." "You _couldn't_ tell a lie, Charlie boy, without being found out; _that_ I feel sure of," said Walter, smiling, as he held his brother's ingenuous face between his hands, and looked at it. "I don't doubt you for an instant; but I'll have a talk with Power about you. As head of the school he may be able to do something, perhaps. It's Kenrick's duty properly, but--"