Summary

Charles Bruce Leslie Ross; or, Fond of a Lark

Imagination follows the boy to his happy home, where his father welcomes him with a hearty shake of the hand, his mother with a fond clinging embrace, and his sisters with smiles and kisses; while his younger brothers, who have been on the watch for hours, greet him with shouts of delight, and hurry him away to see their favourite rabbits, and pet guinea-pigs, and mice. Who so happy as a school-boy home for the holidays!
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Charles Bruce Leslie Ross; or, Fond of a Lark

I do not like the idea of his going away from home and home influences, and being subject to others of which we know nothing."
"I can think of no other," said Mr Ross; "school life will do Leslie a world of good; he is too much alone now, and mixes so little with companions of his own age, that he entertains too great an idea of his own powers and capacities; school life will teach him to moderate this. I think he will have to go, my dear."
At that moment Leslie burst into the room, full of life and spirits, shouting, "Good-bye, ma, good-bye papa, I'm off for a row with old Crusoe."
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Charles Bruce Leslie Ross; or, Fond of a Lark

It was near noon of a beautiful summer day that they drove up to the private entrance of the school-house; the sun was shining brightly, and every flower in the garden was alive with beauty and colour.
"If your school career is as bright as this day is, Leslie, it will do."
"I will try and make it so, papa."
"Do, my son; mine and your mamma's thoughts will be constantly travelling to Ascot House."
"And mine travelling home, papa."
"So I believe, my dear boy; but life is always full of partings, and absence from those we love."
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