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While Clinton is on his way home from school, after the discovery of his offence, let us look in a moment upon his parents.
"After six o'clock, and Clinton has not made his appearance yet," said Mrs. Davenport, who had the smoking tea and toasted bread upon the table, in readiness for the evening meal. "Really, husband, I begin to feel uneasy about Clinton. He is away from home a great deal more than he used to be, and when he is here, he seems like a different boy from what he was a year or two ago. You say you don't notice anything unusual about him, but that only shows that a mother's eye is more quick to read the heart than a man's. _I_ see a change in his conduct. He is more reserved than he used to be; is less affectionate in his manners, takes less interest in his work and books, and often seems absent-minded, as though he was thinking of something that he meant to conceal from us. I don't like that Jerry Preston, and I'm afraid he is doing Clinton no good."