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74 vindicating his spirit. Here he was,—a new boy who had had a phenomenal success at the  start, who had been elected president of his  form and taken up by the best of the older  fellows—and now he had collapsed like a  pricked bubble!

Snow and ice came soon, and then hockey was the sport that invited the attention of the  boys. But Edward was a “duffer” at hockey—to the surprise and chagrin of those who had seen his brother play the year before on  the St. John’s team.

“Funny you don’t play better,” said Lawrence to him one day. “Your brother’s a perfect whirlwind on skates.”

“I know,” said Edward. “I never seemed to get the knack.”

Because they liked him so much, and were always glad to have him round, his friends  would never leave him out when they were  choosing up sides; usually they put him in to  guard the goal, an unexciting position which  he filled acceptably enough.

Now and then one of the others, winded by