A WISE FATHER. 7

_ that was not exactly the aspect in which I viewed it.
I began not to see any reason why I should drive
mine when Charley could not drive his.

“Mother says I shall not go in the rain. My father

“hires a boy for rainy weather. I am not going in rainy
weather. NotI. I do not like it.” ;

So said Charley, as he lounged idly over the railing.

- “Well, I have to go,” said I, pitying myself.

_ “TI would not. It is too bad to be obliged to gO, |
carrying a great heavy umbrella all the way. Mother
says it is enough te walk so far, without having to go
in the rain.”

So Charley talked; and so much did it begin to
appeat like a hard case, that I wondered why I had
not thought of it sooner, and grumbled more. The
more I thought’ of it, the more it troubled me, until,
by-and- bye, it looked like a very great hardship.

“I wonder if father thinks I am tougher than any-
body else? Charley Frazier i is older than I am ;” and
I had a-new fit of brooding over the matter, quite

natural to me.