"Frank Frost, to be sure."
"Frank Frost!" repeated the squire, rapidly wheeling round to his
son's view of the matter. His dislike of the father was so great
that it readily included the son. "What makes you think he is the
teacher's favorite?"
"Oh, Rathburn is always praising him for something or other. All
the boys know Frank Frost is his pet. You won't catch him
praising me, if I work ever so hard."
John did not choose to mention that he had not yet tried this
method of securing the teacher's approval.
"Teachers should never have favorites," said the squire
dogmatically. "It is highly detrimental to a teacher's influence,
and subversive of the principles of justice. Have you got your
essay with you, John?"
"Yes, sir."
"You may sit down and read it to me, and if I think it deserving,
I will take care that you sha'n't lose by the teacher's
injustice."
John readily obeyed. He hurried up to his chamber, and, opening
his writing-desk, took out a sheet of foolscap, three sides of
which were written over.
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