"I didn't think," thought Frank, "when I wrote this, how soon my
words would come back to me. It isn't much to write the words.
The thing is to stand by them. If father should decide to go, I
will do my best, and then, when the Rebellion is over, I shall
feel that I did something, even if It wasn't much, toward putting
it down."

Frank put his essay carefully away in a bureau drawer in which he
kept his clothes, and, spreading open his Latin lexicon,
proceeded to prepare his lesson in the third book of Virgil's
Aeneid.



CHAPTER V. MR. RATHBURN MAKES A SPEECH

Frank's seat in the schoolroom was directly in front of that
occupied by John Haynes. Until the announcement of the prize John
and he had been on friendly terms. They belonged to the same
class in Latin, and Frank had often helped his classmate through
a difficult passage which he had not the patience to construe for
himself. Now, however, a coolness grew up between them,
originating with John. He felt envious of Frank's success; and
this feeling brought with it a certain bitterness which found
gratification in anything which he had reason to suppose would
annoy Frank.

On the morning succeeding the distribution of the prizes, Frank
arrived at the schoolhouse a few minutes before the bell rang.
John, with half a dozen other boys, stood near the door.