he knew that with a little effort he could have “pulled” an A. The remainder of his grades were C’s and D’s, mostly D’s. He felt almost as much ashamed as Freddy Dickson, who somehow had n’t “got going” and had been flunked out. Carl re¬ ceived nothing less than a C, and his record made Hugh more ashamed of his own. Carl never seemed to study, but he had n’t disgraced himself
Hugh spent many bitter hours thinking about hh record. What would his folks think? Worse what would they say? Finally he wrote to them
Dear Mother and Dad:
I have just found out my grades.
be sent to you later.
record is n’t so hot.
I think that they wil
Well, I did n’t flunk out but nr
Only two of my grades are any goods
I got a B in English and Math but the others are all C"
and D’s.
I know that you will be ashamed of me and I ’n
awfully sorry.
I’ve thought of lots of excuses to writ!
to you, but I guess I won’t write them.
did n’t study hard enough.
I know that
I had too much fun.
I promise you that I ’ll do better next time. that I can. I kno Please don’t scold me.
Lots of love,
Hugh.
All that his mother wrote in reply was, “O
course, you will do better next time.” The kino
ness hurt dreadfully. Hugh wished that she ha
scolded him.
