I sometimes think it would have been better if she had killed me
outright, though strong and well-formed people think it wicked for me to
wish that."
The color which had left Roger's pale cheeks from his pain, rushed back
for a moment, as he held out his hand and said:--
"I was a brute to you in the car this morning, but I didn't think what I
was doing. Will you excuse me?"
"I know you didn't. Please don't say anything more about it. It is hard
to pity the suffering of others unless we have felt pain ourselves."
Roger's sprain prevented him from skating again that season, and taught
him also a lesson which let us hope he will remember all his lifetime.
[Illustration: Bert in bed.]
BERT'S MONITORS
Bert was determined to go. He wouldn't ask his father, for he was very
sure his father would say, No. He didn't quite like to disobey a
positive command, so he would say nothing at all about the matter.
Bert was thirteen years old, and it was high time that he began to
exercise his own judgment, at least when his own affairs were
concerned,--so Bert thought.
He would like to know what harm his going down to the river for a quiet
moonlight swim could possibly do to anybody. He would try it, at all
events. Ned Sellars would be there, and Frank Peters.
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