own hands. You ought to have told me. It wasn't fair."
Ever since he could remember there had been cropping up things that Anthony could not understand. In his earlier days he had worried about these matters and had asked questions concerning them. But never had he succeeded in getting a helpful answer. As a consequence he had unconsciously become a philosopher. The wise traveller coming to an unknown country accepts what he finds there and makes the best of it.
"Sorry," replied Anthony, and left it at that.
One day in the playground a boy pointed at him. He was standing with a little group watching the cricket.
"His mother goes out charing," the boy shouted.
Anthony stole a glance at the boy without making any sign of resentment. As a matter of fact his mother did occasionally go out charing on days when there was no demand for her needle. He was a lithe, muscular-looking lad some three inches taller than Anthony.
"Ain't you going to fight him?" suggested a small boy near by with a hopeful grin upon his face.
"Not yet," answered Anthony, and resumed his interest in the game.
