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The First Offence.
moments , when a stealthy step made her look out , and she flew forward to meet Freddy . " Hush ! hush ! " he said , covering her mouth with his hand to still her joyful exclamation , " I don ' t want to see any one but you , Mabel ; perhaps you won ' t speak to me presently;—but I think you will too , for you 've always
been my champion . I ' ve been expelled from school . " " What ' s that mean ? " asked Mabel . " Why , sent away , Mabel . I ' m never to go back . " " Oh ! I ' m so glad , " said the child , clapping her hands , and looking up joyously in his face . " Glad , Mabel ! you don ' t understand its a disgrace—a punishment . " " What a punishment ! I should not think leaving school a punishment ; but why are you in disgrace—what have
you done . " " Oh ! Mabel , what have I done . Nearly killed one of the boys . I threw a stone at him in a passion ; but he provoked me—provoked me shamefully : it was more his fault than mine , " he continued , hurriedly , his under lip shaking with emotion . " But , if he dies , I shall never get his pale
face out of my eyes , or forget his screaming , ' Osborne , you ' ve killed me !'" And , throwing himself on a seat in the arbour , he sobbed aloud ; and then a little arm stole round his neck , and a sweet face was laid close to his , and a gentle voice said , " Don't cry , Freddy , perhaps he will get welland Mabel will love you whether he does or no . "
, In that arbour , the scene of the first exhibition of his violent temper , the little being he had then injured was thus consoling him ; but he thought not of it THEN , neither did she .
A few more years must pass away and we shall find in that same cottage home , Mrs . Wilmot and her daughter , now a tall graceful girl , nearly eighteen . Her mother is at work ; Mabel has just come in from the garden , laden with some flowers , to ornament the rooms . " Well , darling , how many flowers !—they ' re not all out of our garden . "
" No , dearest mother ; Fred gave me a good many ; he is going to-morrow at eight o ' clock , " she said , putting the flowers on the table , and throwing herself on a stool at her mother ' s feet . " What shall I do ? " and something very like a tear rose to her bright eyes . Mrs . Wilmot put down her work , and smoothed back her
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The First Offence.
moments , when a stealthy step made her look out , and she flew forward to meet Freddy . " Hush ! hush ! " he said , covering her mouth with his hand to still her joyful exclamation , " I don ' t want to see any one but you , Mabel ; perhaps you won ' t speak to me presently;—but I think you will too , for you 've always
been my champion . I ' ve been expelled from school . " " What ' s that mean ? " asked Mabel . " Why , sent away , Mabel . I ' m never to go back . " " Oh ! I ' m so glad , " said the child , clapping her hands , and looking up joyously in his face . " Glad , Mabel ! you don ' t understand its a disgrace—a punishment . " " What a punishment ! I should not think leaving school a punishment ; but why are you in disgrace—what have
you done . " " Oh ! Mabel , what have I done . Nearly killed one of the boys . I threw a stone at him in a passion ; but he provoked me—provoked me shamefully : it was more his fault than mine , " he continued , hurriedly , his under lip shaking with emotion . " But , if he dies , I shall never get his pale
face out of my eyes , or forget his screaming , ' Osborne , you ' ve killed me !'" And , throwing himself on a seat in the arbour , he sobbed aloud ; and then a little arm stole round his neck , and a sweet face was laid close to his , and a gentle voice said , " Don't cry , Freddy , perhaps he will get welland Mabel will love you whether he does or no . "
, In that arbour , the scene of the first exhibition of his violent temper , the little being he had then injured was thus consoling him ; but he thought not of it THEN , neither did she .
A few more years must pass away and we shall find in that same cottage home , Mrs . Wilmot and her daughter , now a tall graceful girl , nearly eighteen . Her mother is at work ; Mabel has just come in from the garden , laden with some flowers , to ornament the rooms . " Well , darling , how many flowers !—they ' re not all out of our garden . "
" No , dearest mother ; Fred gave me a good many ; he is going to-morrow at eight o ' clock , " she said , putting the flowers on the table , and throwing herself on a stool at her mother ' s feet . " What shall I do ? " and something very like a tear rose to her bright eyes . Mrs . Wilmot put down her work , and smoothed back her