Christian life -- Fiction; Missing persons -- Fiction
It is as bright Harrow boys, home for the holidays, that we must take
our last glimpse of Robin and Julius, as they sit talking with Gerald
and Madelaine round the drawing-room fire at Farncourt. Robin’s fair
curly head is laid against his mother’s knee, and Julius’ dark one is
not far off, both lads lounging contentedly upon the hearthrug, which
they share with a fine deerhound and Pat the terrier.
"You should have seen Julius win the hundred yards’ race, father," said
Robin. "It was simply splendid. All the other fellows were bigger than
he was, but he led from start to finish."
"That’s nothing to Robin at the high jump," put in Julius. "The people
just roared when he cleared the bar time after time. He broke the
record for boys under twelve, you know."
"So you like school," remarked Gerald, "and have had a good term on the
whole?"
"Rather!" replied both boys simultaneously. "Though it’s jolly to be
home again," added Julius, as he looked up trustfully into Madelaine’s
face.
"Why, mother, you have actually got that old text of mine framed!"
exclaimed Robin suddenly, as he sat up and looked at the table opposite.
"I thought it was washed away the night of the storm, when our hut was
destroyed."
"I must apologize to you, Robin," said his father, "for having so coolly
walked off with your property. I went back on purpose to take it that
night when the tempest broke, and I got so ill. Your mother found a
nice corner for it beside her writing materials, so we put it up there."
"It reminds me of so many things," said Madelaine. "I like to look at
it."
"I’ve often thought of it at school," remarked Robin, "when things
weren’t going quite straight. It somehow seems to put them right. You
see if ’the eyes of the LORD are in every place, beholding the evil and
the good,’ it’s bound to make one more careful."
"Yes," said Julius, "and if one is down or sorry, it’s a help to think
of it too--that is, of course, after you’ve found out that He’s the best
Friend of all."
Butler & Tanner, Frome and London.
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*UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME*
*EVERY BOY’S BOOKSHELF*
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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