[HARE AND HOUNDS.]
NED MORNINGSTAR'S STORY.
BY M. EYTINGE.
This ain't much of a story, only you fellows say I've got to tell something, and I can't think of anything else.
Harry Hunter was the one that first started the game. He came there just after Professor Weston had taken Merrit's place in the academy. He was a first-rate fellow, and a reg'lar out-and-out Englisher. He didn't really drop his h's, but it suited us to pretend he did, 'cause some English fellows do, you know.
Ben Price—he's near-sighted—came in one Monday morning with two pairs of eyeglasses on his nose, one pair over the other, and he looked under all the desks and into every corner.
"What ever are you looking for?" says Hunter.
"Some of those h's you dropped last week," says Price. "I'm afraid we won't have enough for this week's lessons if we don't find a few of 'em."
"No fear of that," says I. "Harry picks 'em all up as he goes along, and hangs them on to all sorts of words wherever they'll fit handy."
One thing about Hunter was he never got mad when he was chaffed, but just laughed with the rest of us.