school, he had merely nodded moodily. Callie was too sensible to be hurt by this, but she wondered what was worrying Frank. So one afternoon, when they happened to leave school together, she taxed him with it.
"What's on your mind, Frank?" she asked gaily. "You've been going around looking like a human thundercloud for the last week."
"Who, me? I didn't notice," returned Frank heavily.
"Yes, you!" she replied, mimicking his lifeless tone. "You used to be full of fun. What's the matter? Can't I help?" She glanced up at him eagerly.
Frank shook his head.
"No, you can't help, Callie. It's about Slim."
"Slim Robinson! Oh, yes! Wasn't that too bad?" said Callie, with quick sympathy. "He had to leave school. They tell me he's working."
"In a grocery."
"And he was so anxious to be a lawyer!"
"I was talking to him this morning. He pretends he likes the work he's at, but I could tell he wishes he could get back to school again. I'm real sorry for him. And all on account of that confounded Tower robbery!"
"But nobody really believes Mr. Robinson did it!"
"Of course not. Nobody but Hurd Apple-
