was also in the college school, a junior. Next came two girls, Caroline
and Fanny, and there were two little boys still younger.

Haughty, self-willed, but of sufficiently honourable nature, were the
Yorkes. If Lady Augusta had only toiled to foster the good, and
eradicate the evil, they would have grown up to bless her. Good soil
was there to work upon, as there was in the Channings; but, in the case
of the Yorkes, it was allowed to run to waste, or to generate weeds. In
short, to do as it pleased.

A noisy, scrambling, uncomfortable sort of home was that of the Yorkes;
the boys sometimes contending one with another, Lady Augusta often
quarrelling with all. The home of the Channings was ever full of love,
calm, and peace. Can you guess where the difference lay?

On the morning when the college boys had gone up to crave holiday
of the judges, and had not obtained it--at least not from the
head-master--Arthur Channing proceeded, as usual, to Mr. Galloway's,
after breakfast. Seated at a desk, in his place, writing--he seemed to
be ever seated there--was Mr. Jenkins. He lifted his head when Arthur
entered, with a "Good morning, sir," and then dropped it again over his
copying.

"Good morning," replied Arthur. And at that moment Mr. Galloway--his
flaxen curls in full flow upon his head, something like rings--came
forth from his private room. "Good morning, sir," Arthur added, to his
master.

Mr. Galloway nodded a reply to the salutation. "Have you seen anything
of Yorke?" he asked. "I want that deed that he's about finished as soon