It is recess, and he sits alone in the school-room. He hears through the open window the merry shouts of the boys. They are playing base ball, and he knows his side will be beaten without his help—for I am sorry to say, Peter plays games better than he does sums.
The tears roll down his cheeks, and he mutters, “I wish arithmetic had never been heard of.”
Take heart, Peter, and try again. Such great men as Macaulay and Sir Walter Scott did not like figures when they were little boys—yet see what perseverance did for them.
PETER KEPT IN.
ONE DAY OUT:
A PLEA FOR THE POOR TOWN CHILDREN.
“Little town children, say where are you going?
The rain hurries down, and a cold wind is blowing.”