seem to point to its having been abstracted by one of the boys. A
good-natured, flighty boy is suspected, absolutely without reason,
as it turns out; though he is the sort of boy to mislay his own
books and other portable property to any extent, and to make no
great difficulty under pressure of immediate need, and at the last
moment, about borrowing some one else's chattels. On this occasion
the small boys in the house, of whom he is one, solemnly accuse him
of the theft, and the despoiled owner entreats that the money may
be returned. He protests that he has not taken it. The matter comes
to the ears of the house-master, who investigates the matter in the
course of the evening, and interviews the supposed culprit. The boy
denies it again quite unconcernedly and frankly, goes away from the
interview, and wandering about, finds the small boys of the house
assembled in one of the studies discussing a matter with great
interest. "What has happened?" says our suspected friend. "Haven't
you heard?" says one of them; "Campbell's grandmother" (Campbell is
another of the set) "has sent him a tip of L2." "Oh, has she?" says
the boy, with a smile of intense meaning; "I shall have to go my
rounds again." This astonishing confession of his guilt is received
with the interest it deserves, and Campbell is advised to lock up
his money, or to hand it over to the custody of the house-master.
In the course of the evening another amazing event occurs; the boy
whose money was stolen finds the whole of it, quite intact, in the
pocket of his cricketing flannels, where he now remembers having
put it. The supposed culprit is restored to favour, and becomes a
reliable member of society. One of the small boys tells the matron
the story of our hero's amazing remark on the subject, in his
presence. The matron stares at him, bewildered, and asks him what
made him say it. "Oh, only to rag them," says the boy; "they were
all so excited about it." "But don't you see, you silly boy," says