"From that day," continued Mr. Prentice, "there was no boy in the school who learned more rapidly than Henry. It required much thought and application; but these he gave cheerfully, and success crowned his efforts."
"And did he always continue thus to learn?" asked George, looking up into his father's face.
"From that day, to the present hour, he has been a student; and now urges his son George to 'try again,' as he tried."
"And was it indeed you, father?" asked his son, eagerly looking up into the face of his kind parent.
"Yes, my child; that dull boy was your own father in his early years."
"Then I will try again," said George, in a decided tone; and flinging aside his half-made kite, he turned and re-entered the house, and was soon bending in earnest attention over his Latin grammar.
"Well, what success, George?" asked Mr. Prentice, as the family gathered around the well-furnished tea-table.
"I've got the lesson, father!" replied the boy. "I can say every word of it."
"You found it pretty hard work?"