OR, CLARENCE MORTIMER | 89

 

“Can't you get it right?” said a dull,
heavy sort of boy, who sat next to him.
‘¢T wish I could help you, but I couldn’t do
ini sums myself.”

Dick heard the remark, and_ silently
handed his slate to Clare, with all the sums
upon it correctly worked out. Clare elanced
at it, saw where his mistake had been, and
rectified it in a moment. He could not
help saying, ‘‘ thank you,” in his most
cordial tone, as he passed the slate back to
its owner. |
_ At another time the boys were trying
skating on a sheet of ice that extended half.
over their play-ground. It was rather a
small patch, it is true, for such an operation,
but still they had considerable sport. In’
the midst of the frolic, Clare’s strap broke,

and one of his skates came half off. .