Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Five pounds a quarter! thought Hugh, well, one quarter’s saving will just do it, and at any rate, even then I shall have more to spend than I ever had before. But in spite of this, his thoughts on the subject were quite as melancholy as George’s or Mary’s, not that he doubted his power, O dear no, but he thought it a great tax on his enjoyments. CHAPTER V. SUMMER is over, and Autumn has come. The waving corn has been cut close to the ground, and nothing remains but the stubble the sportsman delights to walk over. The poor little partridges tremble for fear as they hear bang, bang, in the distance, and see one after another of their companions fall whirling, whirling to the earth, sometimes to die of his wounds, sometimes to be picked up by a great black dog, sometimes to be rejoiced over by the sportsman himself. The weather is still warm, and the sun is shining brightly on the grey turrets of a fine pile of buildings situated on the green banks of a broad deep clear river. This building is S. Cuthbert’s, and its quaint old chapel with the great east window looks like a little cathedral in the distance. A number of boys of all ages and sizes are playingdown by the river, and the hum of their voices can be heard nearly half a mile off. We may see tall boys of fifteen, and little ones of ten, for S. Cuthbert’s school has many divisions. Some of these boys are fighting, some playing at football, others getting into the boats moored by the landing-place, and a few are pacing up and down under the trees conning their tasks for the morrow. Amongst the crowd we may see one boy whose face we know. He is a fine little fellow, with sharp black eyes, and a rosy face. He has not been at the great school more than a few- weeks, but is seemingly quite at home already, and…
