This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1856 Excerpt: ...the best. At last came the breaking-up day, on which it was all to be decided. Harry was full of hope. As for Ned, he had never left off worrying his grandfather, till the poor old man promised him, that, if he got the prize, he should have a shilling to go towards the price of a new cricket-bat, "for the sake of ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1856 Excerpt: ...the best. At last came the breaking-up day, on which it was all to be decided. Harry was full of hope. As for Ned, he had never left off worrying his grandfather, till the poor old man promised him, that, if he got the prize, he should have a shilling to go towards the price of a new cricket-bat, "for the sake of encouragement." Not that Ned really wanted a new cricket-bat just then; but he could not bear the idea of anyone else being better off than he was himself; and he was jealous of Harry's fishing-rod. Now Ned was not a bad boy. He was kind-hearted, and amiable, and obedient, and, in some things, even generous. He would have given up the cricket-bat to Harry in welcome, as far as that was concerned; but he was greedy of praise, and, the moment he found out how hard Harry was trying to get the prize, he determined to have the credit of getting it himself, if he could. It was quite right of him to wish to get it, but it was not right to feel jealous when he heard anyone else praised more than himself; and this jealousy led him into a very grievous sin. When the boys were all assembled in the school-room, Mr. Simpson told them, that, as the last prize had been given for writing, he had determined to give it this time for arithmetic. Oh, how Harry's heart beat when he heard this! He thought he really had a chance now, for he was very quick at figures; and, when Mr. Simpson wrote out a long and difficult sum on a slate, and said that the boy who did it best was to have the large Prayer Book bound in morocco and gold which the Vicar had sent for the prize, he felt quite sure that he should gain it. He set to work with all his heart. He would not trust himself to look at the Prayer Book--which Mr. Simpson had placed on his desk, in the sight of all...
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