Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 21, 2025
There was in the school a code of honour the boys called it so that one should not tell of another; and if the head-master ever went the length of calling the seniors to his aid, those seniors deemed themselves compelled to declare it, if the fault became known to them. Hence Tom Channing's hasty arrest of his brother's words.
It was one of the first of Constance Channing's bitter pills; they were to be her portion for many a day. Her heart fluttered, her cheek varied, and her answer to Lady Augusta Yorke was low and timid. "It is true that he was arrested yesterday on suspicion." "What a shocking thing! Is he in prison?" "Oh no." "Did he take the note?" The question pained Constance worse than all.
"This comes of depending on outside help," said Olive Kirk, disagreeably. "We must do something," said Rilla, too desperate to care for Olive's manner. "We've advertised the concert everywhere and crowds are coming there's even a big party coming out from town and we were short enough of music as it was. We must get some one to sing in Mrs. Channing's place."
Channing's got an awful cold, and mother said he could have anything he wanted, and he took Cousin Claudia to tell him stories. She's been doing it ever since dinner. He's asleep now, but " "I'm not asleep." Channing's eyes opened blinkingly. "She said they found the squirrel in a hollow down by the chestnut-tree, and the moonlight on the snow the moonlight on the snow."
Yorke, and was intimate with his family. Roland's words were a somewhat singular corroboration of Arthur Channing's private defence to the dean only an hour ago. Meanwhile Gaunt had gone up to scatter the noisy crew. "A nice row you have got me into with your quarrelling," he exclaimed. "The dean has been in the chapter-house all the time, and isn't he in a passion!
"In my opinion, yes. In the opinion of others, I fear not much more than he was before." "And himself?" asked Mr. Channing. "What does he say now?" "He does not speak of it to me." Hamish put his head out at the window, nodding to some one who was passing. A question of Mr. Channing's called it in again. "Why has he gone back to Galloway's?" Hamish laughed.
You have let several stitches fall in one of the muffetees you knit for me, and it is all running to ruin; I must see and pick them up at the theater on Thursday night. You have left all manner of things behind you; among others, Channing's two essays; I will keep all your property honestly for you, and shall soon have time to read those essays, which I very much wish to do.
"There was an unsealed scrap of paper slipped inside my father's letter," he said. "It was from my mother to Charley. This is it." It appeared to have been written hastily perhaps from a sudden thought at the moment of Mr. Channing's closing his letter. Mr. Huntley took it in his hand. "How is it you do not write to mamma? Not a message from you now: not a letter!
Channing's duty was to signal the press-boat when the first despatch-rider rode in with word that the battle was on. The World man would have liked to ask Channing to act as his despatch-rider, but he did not do so, because the despatch-riders were either Jamaica negroes or newsboys from Park Row and he remembered that Keating had asked Channing to be his stoker.
"Serve 'em right!" snapped the porter. "If the dean does his duty, he'll order a general flogging for the school, all round. It'll do 'em good." "Galloway did not say much except that he knew what he should do, were he Huntley's or Channing's father. Which I took to mean that, in his opinion, there ought to be an inquiry instituted." "And you know there ought," said Mr. Ketch. "I know!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking