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4 GOME, come! Oh, fellows, come!” cried a
apy cS little, piping, shrill voice, from the great

a field back of the churchyard ; “come and
W see the kite that Bill Sunbury has got up!
I’m sure it’s a mile high !”

“ N ot quite,” said Carl, “and besides this, you have
forgotten the rule, Charles. No boy is to make any
acquaintances out of the school ; and Bill Sunbury is a
youth whom we cannot admit on our premises till he
amends his bad language.” |

“Mother thinks you tie us up rather tight, Mr.
Adler,” said Charles.

“Wait a little, my fine fellow,” said Carl, drawing
the curly-headed child to his side ; “wait a little, and
you will see how wise and how kind the regulation is.
Sit by me here a few minutes till I finish this sketch
of the old church. See, I am just at the steeple, and
presently I shall dash off that clambering ivy.”