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28 THE CHERRY-STONES.

playground, conversing, as they straggled
in, upon the various occurrences of the
eventful afternoon, which had just come
to a conclusion.

“Harry, Harry !” said little Walter Mer-
toun, drawing his brother back from the
crowd; “I am so much obliged to you;
only see what you have done for me.”

“What are you worrying about?” said
Mertoun, who had received too much
flattery from his older schoolfellows to
wish to be detained by the praises of a
child of six years old.

“Only see how beautifully my alley
balances on the place you made for it.”

“TZ made for it?” said Harry, impa-
tiently ; “what are you talking about?”

“Why,” said Walter, innocently, “did
not you knock away the bricks with a
stone for me?”