"He is very happy, isn't he?"
"Happy, daddy? I don't know. O yes, I suppose so."
"Wouldn't you like to be rich just as he is?"
"I'm so very happy you know, daddy, and I've so much to do, I never thought of that. And I have so much to learn too.
"O daddy," continued the boy after a pause, "poor Frank's letters almost make me cry sometimes."
"Now you surprise me. But I'm going to the cave, so come along and tell me all about it."
When seated by the open port—"You see, daddy," said Fred, "Frank really wants to learn things all the time; and at the school he is at there are so many holidays, and they get so much of their own way, and so much time is spent at football and cricket, that they have no leisure to learn much. But, you see, he won't require to be well educated, because he is rich. Will he, daddy?"
Eean laughed at this idea.
"And," continued Fred, "he would hardly believe me when I showed him my Latin and Greek exercises, and my books on algebra and history. And he bit his lip and grew red, and the tears came rushing into his eyes, daddy. And, O Daddy Pop, though he writes in English, he can't spell."
Fred was almost breaking down here in boyish grief for his friend.