PAYING THE RENT. 171

Hector by their side, as they looked that
morning, coming up to the house at Rose
Lawn. A sweet breeze fanned the face of the
student, to which the pure air and active
exercise had given a slight glow, a sweet
promise of returning health.

The sun was fast sinking in the west when
Mr. Starr had completed his sketch, and the
boys the stretching-frame.

Howard, who seldom manifested any admi-
ration, was charmed with Mr. Starr’s drawing.
He had taste for art, and was glad to find
similar taste in his tutor; still more pleased
was he that the tutor had chosen for the sub-
ject of his sketch, Tom and his sister, who
were the only persons in the country whom
the English boy really loved. All the while
the little party was on the island, George had
been looking at them through the spy-glass,
and swelling and panting with envy.

“Tt’s too bad that they all should make such
fuss over these poor children. I will be up
with them somehow or other,” muttered he to
himself. 1