only I never could imagine her so delicious as when she smiled at my father. The consequence of the enlistment of the whole school in Heriot's interests was that at cricket-matches, picnics on the hills, and boating on the canal, Mr. Boddy was begirt with spies, and little Temple reported to Heriot a conversation that he, lying hidden in tall grass, had heard between Boddy and Julia. Boddy asked her to take private lessons in French from him. Heriot listened to the monstrous tale as he was on the point of entering Julia's boat, where Boddy sat beside her, and Heriot rowed stroke-oar. He dipped his blade, and said, loud enough to be heard by me in Catman's boat, 'Do you think French useful in a military education, sir?' And Boddy said, 'Yes, of course it is.' Says Heriot, 'Then I think I shall take lessons.' Boddy told him he was taking lessons in the school. 'Oh!' says Heriot, 'I mean private lessons'; and here he repeated one of Temple's pieces of communication: 'so much more can be imparted in a private lesson!' Boddy sprang half up from his seat. 'Row, sir, and don't talk,' he growled. 'Sit, sir, and don't dance in the boat, if you please, or the lady will be overset,' said Heriot. Julia requested to be allowed to land and walk home. Boddy caught the rudder lines and leapt on the bank to hand her out; then all the boys in her boat and in Catman's shouted, 'Miss Julia! dear Miss Julia, don't leave us!' and we heard wheedling voices: 'Don't go off with him alone!' Julia bade us behave well or she would not be able to come out with us. At her entreaty Boddy stepped back to his post, and the two boats went forward like swans that have done ruffling their feathers. The boys were exceedingly disappointed that no catastrophe followed the events of the day. Heriot, they thought, might have upset the boat, saved Julia, and drowned Boddy, and given us a feast of pleasurable excitement: instead of which Boddy lived to harass us with his tyrannical impositions and spiteful slaps, and it was to him, not to our Heriot, that Julia was most gracious. Some of us discussed her conduct. 'She's a coquette,' said little Temple. I went off to the French dictionary. 'Is Julia Rippenger a coquette, Heriot?' I asked him. 'Keep girls out of your heads, you little fellows,' said he, dealing me a smart thump. 'Is a coquette a nasty girl?' I persisted. 'No, a nice one, as it happens,' was his answer.