“Horribly dreary,” remarked the elder brother.
The younger reached up, and laid his finger on the page next him.
“There, sir!” he said; “that is the place: do tell me what it means.”
“I will try,” answered Donal; “I may not be able.”
He began to read at the top of the page.
“That’s not the place, sir!” said the boy. “It is there.”
“I must know something of what goes before it first,” returned Donal.
“Oh, yes, sir; I see!” he answered, and stood silent.
He was a fair-haired boy, with ruddy cheeks and a healthy look—sweet-tempered evidently.
Donal presently saw both what the sentence meant and the cause of his difficulty. He explained the thing to him.