"I don't believe you were, Frank," said Joe Bates.
"You always used to stand pretty well down toward the foot of the class when you went to school."
"A feller can't be smart as well as handsome. As long as I'm good-looking, I won't complain because I wasn't born with the genius of a Bates."
"Thank you for the compliment, Frank, though I suppose it means that I am homely. I haven't got any genius or education to spare."
When Monday evening arrived ten pupils presented themselves, of whom six were boys, or young men, and four were girls. Leonard Morgan felt encouraged. A class of ten, though paying but five dollars each, would give him fifty dollars, which would be quite an acceptable addition to his scanty means.
"I am glad to see so many," he said. "I think our evening class will be a success. I will take your names and ascertain what studies you wish to pursue."
When he came to Harry; he asked, "What do you propose to study?"
"I should like to take up algebra and Latin, if you are willing," answered our hero.
"Have you studied either at all?"
"No, sir; I have not had an opportunity."