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upon this, he placed in the trembling hand of the boy
~ a couple of sealed papers. He lost not a moment in
tearing them open. As he read, he turned pale and red
by turns, and at length burst into tears.

“Well,” said Barry, “what have you to say
now ?”

“T have to say,” said Carl, looking upward, “ that
God is a hearer of prayer. How soon has he answered
my poor little petitions! See !—see, Mr. Barry—read
for yourself! I’m too happy to tell you! I shall stay,
I shall stay! No leaving school for me! No instru-
ment maker! Uncle says I shall stay! Oh, happy,
happy Carl Adler! Thanks, thanks !”

Barry could not but be affected by the joy of his
little pupil. Boys began to gather around. There are
few secrets at their age. By general request, Mr. Barry
read aloud parts of the letters, by which it appeared
that a grand-aunt of Carl’s, in Darmstadt, had authorized
Mr. Schneckenburg, who was her son, to expend as
much money as should be necessary for the education
of Carl, and his sisters, Charlotte and Ursula.

It is hard to say whether the little commonwealth of
the Oaks was most gratified by the approaching fire-
works, or by the news about Carl. While he was only
“the Dutchman,” he was a butt: for every one’s arrow;
as soon as he became “ poor little Carl,” he grew into a
favourite. ‘There was much shaking of hands and con-
grvatulation ; and, what is worthy of notice, none of the