CHAPTER XII.
A LESSON FOR PHILIP GLENN.
Frank was as eager to accept the invitation as Philip had been to offer it. When the afternoon arrived, and school was over, Frank tore home, donned his best clothes, and then tore back again to Mr. Glenn's house. Philip received him in the small room, where he and his brother prepared their lessons.
"How is it that you and my boys write English so differently?" inquired Mr. Glenn, when he had made Frank's acquaintance.
Frank broke into a broad smile, suggested by the remembrance of Philip's English. "We study it at home, sir."
"But some one teaches you?"
"Mamma. She was afraid that we should grow up ignorant of everything except Latin and Greek; so she thought she would remedy the evil."
"And she takes you in an evening?"
"Yes, sir; every evening except Saturday, when she is sure to be busy. She comes to the table as soon as our lessons for school are prepared, and we commence English. The easier portions of our Latin and Greek we do in the day, I and Gar: we crib the time from play-hours; and my brother William helps us at night with the more difficult parts."
"Where is your brother at school?" asked Mr. Glenn.