Whitelaw.'

'Three years?' shouted Godwin, springing up from his chair.

'But how could you live, my boy?'

Godwin sat down again, and let his head fall forward.

How to keep oneself alive during a few years of intellectual growth?
--a question often asked by men of mature age, but seldom by a lad
of sixteen. No matter. He resolved that he would study for this
Cambridge Local Examination, and have a try for the scholarship. His
attainments were already up to the standard required for average
success in such competitions. On obtaining a set of 'papers', he
found that they looked easy enough. Could he not come out first in
the Kingsmill district?

He worked vigorously at special subjects; aid was needless, but he
wished for more leisure. Not a word to any member of his household.
When his mother discovered that he was reading in the bedroom till
long past midnight, she made serious objection on the score of
health and on that of gas bills. Godwin quietly asserted that work
he must, and that if necessary he would buy candles out of his
pocket-money. He had unexpectedly become more grave, more
restrained; he even ceased to grumble about going to church, having
found that service time could be utilised for committing to memory
lists of dates and the like, jotted down on a slip of paper. When
the time for the examination drew near, he at length told his mother
to what end he had been labouring, and asked her to grant him the
assistance necessary for his journey and the sojourn at Kingsmill;