"'Serves him right,'" she repeated. "'He did it to me, and it's just as well he should feel the pinch himself!'"
"'What did he do, Rollo?' asked a school-fellow, curiously."
"'When I went down in class the other day, you should have seen the look in George's eyes! As he took his place above me, he muttered beneath his breath, "You should have worked harder last night, then it wouldn't have happened!" He knew I had a frightful headache, and could barely see a line.'"
"'Well,' said his school-fellow, 'George has got his deserts this time, for Joey hid his book till the last minute, and then found it, as innocent as anything, and we knew he'd be bound to go down, for he hadn't a moment to prepare.'"
"Rollo turned away, but his heart was heavy. It was all very well to be glad that his overbearing school-fellow had gone down in class; but such a trick as that was beyond him."
"He raced off to his dinner at home, and his footmarks were the only ones across the snowy fields."
"When he got in, the dinner was not quite ready, and he went and sat down in front of the fire, by which his little crippled sister lay on her couch."
"'Isn't all right to-day, Rollo?' she asked, wistfully."
"He looked up, then back to the fire."
"'Nothing particular,' he mumbled."