excited.

"It was inside the paper, Frank," she explained.

"Is it from the folks?" inquired Frank eagerly.

"It is," assented his aunt

"Father is well?" asked Frank breathlessly.

"He is getting better every day. But, Frank," and his aunt looked
profoundly grave and important, "the serious duties of life are grave. A
false step may change the whole course of a young life. There is a tide in
the affairs of men----"

"Yes, yes," interrupted Frank. "I know all about that; but what are you
getting at?"

Miss Brown did not fancy being interrupted in one of her famous homilies,
and she answered tart and terse:

"Your father has made arrangements to send you to Bellwood School, and you
are to start at once."

Frank fairly staggered at the glad news. He was so overcome that he could
not speak. He just bobbed his head and smiled.

The instant the youth got out of range of the house, however, a riotous,
echoing yell rang from his lips as he turned a mad, capering somersault: