a whirl out of you,"

and for the first time he frankly

threw himself into his racing gait.

29 "Good boy, Tim!" called out Cameron, as Tim bore down upon them, still in the lead and going like a small steam engine. "You're all right and going easy. Don't worry!"

But Perkins, putting on a great spurt, drew up within a hoe-handle length of Tim and there held his place.

30 “All right, Tim, my boy, you can hold him," cried Cameron, as the racers came down upon him.

"He can, eh?” replied Perkins. "I'll show him and you," and with an accession of speed he drew up on a level with Tim.

"Ah ha! Timmy, my boy! we've got you where we want you, I guess!" he exulted, and, with a whoop and still increasing his speed, he drew past the boy.

31 But Cameron, who was narrowly observing the combatants and their work, called out again:

"Don't worry, Tim, you're doing nice clean work and doing it easily."

The inference was obvious, and Perkins, who had been slashing wildly and leaving many blanks and weeds behind him where neither blanks nor weeds should be, steadied down somewhat, and taking more pains with his work, began to lose ground, while Tim, whose work was without flaw,° moved again to the front place.

32 There remained half a drill to be done and the issue was still uncertain. With half the length of a hoe handle between them the two clicked along at a furious pace. Tim's hat had fallen off. His face showed white and his breath was coming fast, but there was no slackening of speed. The cleanness and ease

with which he was doing his work showed that there was still some reserve in him. They were approaching the last quarter when, with a yell, Perkins threw himself again with a wild recklessness into his work, and again he gained upon Tim and passed him.

33 "Steady, Tim!" cried Cameron, who with Webster had given up their own work, it being, as the latter remarked, "quitting time any way," — and were following up the racers. "Don't spoil your work, "don't worry."

Tim!"' continued Cameron,

His words caught the boy at a critical° moment, for Perkins' yell and his fresh exhibition of speed had shaken the lad's nerve. But Cameron's voice steadied him, and quickly responding Tim settled down again into his old style, while Perkins was still in the lead, but slashing wildly.

54"Fine work, Tim," said Cameron quietly, "and you can do better yet." For a few paces he walked behind the boy, steadying him now and then with a quiet word. Then, recognizing that the crisis of the struggle was at hand, and believing that the boy had still some reserve of speed and strength he began to call upon him.

Come on, Tim! Quicker, quicker; come on, boy, you can do better!"

35 His words, and his tone more than his words, were like a spur to the boy. From some secret source of supply he called up an unsuspected reserve of strength and speed, and, still keeping up his clean cutting finished style, foot by foot he drew away from Perkins, who followed in the rear, slashing more wildly than ever. The race was practically won. Tim was well in the lead, and apparently gaining speed with every click of his hoe.

36 "Here, you fellows, what are you hashing those turnips for?"

It was Haley's voice, who, unperceived, had come into the field. Tim's reply was a letting out of his last ounce of strength in a perfect fury of endeavor. "There's-no-hashing-on-this-drill-Dad!"

he panted.

37 The sudden demand for careful work, however, at once lowered Perkins' rate of speed. He fell rapidly behind and, after a few moments of further struggle, threw down his hoe with a whoop and called out, "Quitting time, I guess," and, striding after Tim, he caught him by the arms and swung him round clear off the ground.

"Here, let me go!" gasped the boy, kicking, squirming, and trying to strike his antagonist with his hoe.

38 "Let the boy go!" said Cameron. The tone in his voice arrested Perkins' attention.

"What's your business?"

he cried, dropping the

boy and turning fiercely upon Cameron.

"Oh, nothing very much, except that Tim's my candidate in this race and he must n't be interfered with," replied Cameron in a voice still quiet and with a pleasant smile.

39 Perkins was white and panting. In a moment more he would have hurled himself at the man who stood smiling quietly in his face. At this critical moment Haley interposed.°

"What's the row, boys?" he inquired, recognizing that something serious was on.

"We have been having a little excitement, Sir, in the form of a race," replied Cameron, “and I've been backing Tim."

8. Would Tim have won if Cameron had not been there? Why? Let two pupils read aloud the dialogue in which Cameron coaches Tim. 9. Why does Webster think that Tim has no chance to win? 10. Find three places in which Cameron influences the racers.

11. Make up in class what Cameron told Mrs. Haley about the race, the teacher writing on the board the sentences chosen as best. Use six of the words in the list. (Manual.)

12. Who has more education, Webster or Cameron? What tells you? 13. Is Perkins a good loser? Why? Read aloud the parts that describe his behavior before and after the race.

14. Read aloud "The Boy who recommended himself " (Riverside Reader V+). 15. Talk over in class: Reasons for and against living 16. Divide the class into two groups and debate

in the country.

the question. (Manual.)

MOVING DAY AT THE PETERKINS

LUCRETIA P. HALE

Did you ever move from one house to another? What did you like about it? What did n't you like?

This Peterkin family had some funny times in moving. There were Father and Mother Peterkin, Agamemnon, Elizabeth Eliza, and Solomon John Peterkin, who thought that they were quite grown up, and the three little boys who were not grown up at all and were glad of it.

The Lady from Philadelphia kept a kindly eye on them all, and after you have read this story see if you can tell why they needed some one to look after them.

+ It is an excellent plan to keep these readers in a special place where pupils can easily find the additional reading matter themselves.

1 AGAMEMNON had long felt it an impropriety to live in a house that was called a "semi-detached" house, when there was no other "semi" "semi" to it. It had always remained wholly detached, as the owner had never built the other half. Mrs. Peterkin felt this was not a sufficient reason for undertaking the terrible process of a move to another house, when they were fully satisfied with the one they were in.

But a more powerful reason forced them to go. The track of a new railroad had to be carried directly through the place, and a station was to be built on that very spot.

2 Mrs. Peterkin so much dreaded moving that she questioned whether they could not continue to live in the upper part of the house and give up the lower part to the station. They could then dine at the restaurant, and it would be very convenient about traveling, as there would be no danger of missing the train, if one were sure of the direction.

But when the track was actually laid by the side of the house, and the steam-engine of the construction train puffed and screamed under the dining-room windows, and the engineer calmly looked in to see what the family had for dinner, she felt, indeed, that they

must move.

3 But where should they go? It was difficult to find a house that satisfied the whole family. One was too far off, and looked into a tan-pit; another was too much