6.204 THE CHERRY-STONES.

ter; believing, in the simplicity of his
heart, that he had cleverly concealed from
his brother that it was himself of whom
Sharpe had been speaking. “I do not
like Edward Sharpe, Harry; I did not
want to give him any cake; but Charles
Warbeck told me I ought to give him
some, because he was in the first class;
and I had given some to all the other
first class boys.”

‘‘So,” said Mertoun to himself, as he
tossed restlessly in his bed, “ Edward
Sharpe has been insinuating that I pre-
tended to be ill, for fear he should beat
me in the ciphering examination! I de-
clare I never heard of anything so mean.
I would not be so mean as he is for all
the prizes in the world!” In this strain
Harry proceeded, forgetting, in the pleni-
tude of his indignation, the bitter self-ac-