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the very word, and eagerly snatched up his straw
hat.
 There was a bit of common near Mr. Lane's
house, where he often indulged the boy's love of
field games, and now his kindness was soon re-
warded by the sparkle which came to Jack's eyes,
and the hearty ring of laughter to his voice.
 "And now, Jack," said Mr. Lane, as after an
hour's play they both threw themselves on the
grass to rest, I want you to tell me why it is you
are so out of spirits of late. I notice that you be-
come more gloomy every day."
 Jack's colour rose and flooded all over his face.
 0 Mr. Lane! I am ashamed of myself-I never
cried before another fellow before; I don't know
what you must have thought of me for being such
a baby. I think the reason was that I was awake
nearly all night; I felt quite giddy all the morning
till now."
 But, Jack, what should keep you awake ? said
Mr. Lane with a sigh.
 I was thinking," answered Jack a little confusedly
and plucking at the grass as he spoke.
 "Won't you tell me what you were thinking
about, my boy?" laying his hand on the lad's
shoulder.
 "You are so good to me always," answered Jack