"True for you," said Andy.
"You"re a head taller than any of the boys in your cla.s.s."
"I know that," said Andy. "I haven"t been to school as much as you."
"I should be ashamed if I didn"t know more."
"So you ought," said Andy, "for you"ve been to school all your life. I hope to know more soon."
"Anyway, you can play ball," said Charlie Fleming.
"I"d rather be a good scholar."
"I"ll help you, if you want any help."
"Thank you, Charlie."
They had now entered the schoolroom, and Andy took up his book and studied hard. He was determined to rise to a higher cla.s.s as soon as possible, for it was not agreeable to him to reflect that he was the oldest and largest boy in his present cla.s.s.
"Very well," said the teacher, when his recitation was over. "If you continue to recite in this way, you will soon be promoted."
"I"ll do my best, sir," said Andy, who listened to these words with pleasure.
"I wish you were coming in the afternoon, too, Andy," said his friend, Charlie Fleming, as they walked home together.
"So do I, Charlie, but I must work for my mother."
"That"s right, Andy; I"d do the same in your place. I haven"t such foolish ideas about work as G.o.dfrey Preston."
"He ain"t very fond of me," said Andy, laughing.
"No; nor of anybody else. He only likes G.o.dfrey Preston."
"We got into a fight the first day I ever saw him."
"What was it about?"
"He called my mother names, and hit me. So I knocked him flat."
"You served him right. He"s disgustingly conceited. n.o.body likes him."
"Ben Travers goes around with him all the time."
"Ben likes him because he is rich. If he should lose his property, you"d see how soon he would leave him. That isn"t a friend worth having."
"I"ve got one consolation," said Andy, laughing; "n.o.body likes me for my money."
"But someone likes you for yourself, Andy," said Charlie.
"Who?"
"Myself, to be sure."
"And I like you as much, Charlie," said Andy, warmly. "You"re ten times as good a fellow as G.o.dfrey."
"I hope so," said Charlie. "That isn"t saying very much, Andy."
So the friendship was cemented, nor did it end there. Charlie spoke of Andy"s good qualities at home, and some time afterward Andy was surprised by an invitation to spend the evening at Dr. Fleming"s. He felt a little bashful, but finally went--nor was he at all sorry for so doing. The whole family was a delightful one, and Andy was welcomed as a warm friend of Charlie"s, and, in the pleasant atmosphere of the doctor"s fireside, he quite forgot that there was one who looked down upon him as an inferior being.
Dr. Fleming had himself been a poor boy. By a lucky chance--or Providence, rather--he had been put in the way of obtaining an education, and he was not disposed now, in his prosperity, to forget his days of early struggle.
Andy found that, in spite of the three hours taken up at school, he was able to do all that was required of him by the Misses Grant. They were glad to hear of his success at school, and continued to pay him five dollars a week for his services. This money he regularly carried to his mother, after paying for the new clothes, of which he stood so much in need.
CHAPTER XII A LITTLE DIFFICULTY
It has already been said that G.o.dfrey Preston was a conceited and arrogant boy. He had a very high idea of his own importance, and expected that others would acknowledge it; but he was not altogether successful. He would like to have had Andy Burke look up to him as a member of a superior cla.s.s, and in that case might have condescended to patronize him, as a chieftain might in the case of a humble retainer. But Andy didn"t want to be patronized by G.o.dfrey. He never showed by his manner that he felt beneath him socially, and this greatly vexed G.o.dfrey.
"His mother used to iron at our house," he said to Ben Travers one day; "but my mother discharged her. I don"t see why the boys treat him as an equal. I won"t, for my part."
"Of course, he isn"t your equal," said the subservient Ben. "That"s a good joke."
"He acts as if he was," said G.o.dfrey, discontentedly.
"It"s only his impudence."
"You are right," said G.o.dfrey, rather liking this explanation. "He is one of the most impudent boys I know. I wish my father would send me to a fashionable school, where I shouldn"t meet such fellows. That"s the worst of these public schools--you meet all sorts of persons in them."
"Of course you do."
"I suppose this Burke will be a hod-carrier, or something of that kind, when he is a man."
"While you are a member of Congress."
"Very likely," said G.o.dfrey, loftily; "and he will claim that he was an old schoolmate of mine. It is disgusting."
"Of course it is. However, we needn"t notice him."
"I don"t mean to."
But in the course of the next week there was an occurrence which compelled G.o.dfrey to "notice" his detested schoolfellow.
Among the scholars was a very pleasant boy of twelve, named Alfred Parker. He was the son of a poor widow, and was universally liked for his amiable and obliging disposition. One morning, before school, he was engaged in some game which required him to run. He accidentally ran against G.o.dfrey, who was just coming up the hill, with considerable force. Now, it was very evident that it was wholly unintentional; but G.o.dfrey was greatly incensed.
"What do you mean by that, you little scamp?" he exclaimed, furiously.