pied with a book, his features at length gave way at some irresistible sally, and throwing his volume at the orator, he exclaimed--
"How can you be such an ass, Frank!"
"There now," said Frank, perfectly unmoved, "the centre of gravity is disturbed,--well, as I was saying,--Here's the doctor!" and the young gentleman, who was no other than Frank Digby, brother of Louis' cousin Vernon, dismounted from his rostrum in the same instant that his auditors turned round, thereby acknowledging the presence of their master.
"I have brought you a new school-fellow, gentlemen," said the doctor; "where is Mortimer?"
"Here, sir," cried Reginald, popping up from behind a desk, where he had been pinned down by a short thick-set boy, who rose as if by magic with him.
"Here is your brother."
Louis and Reginald scrambled over all obstacles, and stood before the doctor, in two or three seconds.
In spite of Louis' valiant protestations the preceding mid-summer at Heronhurst, he did