"To Don Quixote," answered she, seriously; for, indeed, he was present in
her mind just then, and his noble, tender, melancholy character had made a
strong impression there.

Edward stared at her for a moment, and then burst into a loud fit of
laughter. It had the good effect of restoring him to a better frame of
mind. He had such an excellent joke against his sister, that he could not
be angry with her. He called her Sancho Panza all the rest of the holidays,
though she protested against it, saying she could not bear the Squire, and
disliked being called by his name.

Frank and Edward seemed to have a mutual antipathy to each other, and the
coldness between them was rather increased than diminished by all Mr.
Buxton's efforts to bring them together. "Come, Frank, my lad!" said he,
"don't be so stiff with Ned. His father was a dear friend of mine, and I've
set my heart on seeing you friends. You'll have it in your power to help
him on in the world."

But Frank answered, "He is not quite honorable, sir. I can't bear a boy who
is not quite honorable. Boys brought up at those private schools are so
full of tricks!"

"Nay, my lad, there thou'rt wrong. I was brought up at a private school,
and no one can say I ever dirtied my hands with a trick in my life. Good
old Mr. Thompson would have flogged the life out of a boy who did anything
mean or underhand."