"My Uncle Bob is going to give me a pair of skates—clippers," remarked Harry Wadham.
"My father's going to give me a bike," put in George Alderson.
"Will you bring it back to school with you?" asked Harry.
"Oh! yes, I should think so, if Miss Ware doesn't say no."
"I say, Shivers," cried Fellowes, "where are you going to spend your holidays?"
"I'm going to stop here," answered the boy called Shivers, in a very forlorn tone.
"Here—with old Ware?—oh, my! Why can't you go home?"
"I can't go home to India," answered Shivers—his real name, by the bye, was Egerton, Tom Egerton.
"No—who said you could? But haven't you any relations anywhere?"
Shivers shook his head. "Only in India," he said miserably.