There was a little silence, during which Dr. Wilkinson looked earnestly at Louis. At last he said, “You may stay in the class; but, remember, you are forbidden to speak to any of your school-fellows for the next week without express permission.”
“Not to my brother, sir?”
“No; now go.”
“May I write to mamma?”
“Yes, if you wish it.”
After timidly thanking the doctor, Louis returned to his seat, and Dr. Wilkinson continued his letter, which went off by the same post that took Louis' to his mother.
Chapter V.
“Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous; nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.”—Heb. xii. 11.
“Before I was afflicted I went astray, but now have I kept Thy word.”—Psalm cxix. 67.