CHAPTER XI.
THE DISADVANTAGES OF SCIENCE.
“I am sorry, Miss Bess. I was sorry the minute I’d said so, but Ted’s bragging about his lessons always makes me mad.”
“He didn’t ‘brag,’ dear. I had asked him about school, and you were telling what your class did. You can’t blame him for standing up for his own class, can you?”
“No,” admitted Fred, “but he needn’t go to crowing over ours.”
“True. But you needn’t have resented it as quickly as you did. If you could have seen Teddy’s face, Fred, and how hard he tried to keep from answering you sharply, I don’t think you would have been so angry for a little inconsiderate word.”
“That’s just it!” said the boy forlornly. “Things seem so different now from what they used to, and I never know just how they are going. ’Tisn’t much use for me to try to be
