But mother doesn't know, and doesn't suspect." "Well, then, laddie," said Mrs.Finch, with quiet firmness, "let her tell ye what to do.

Mak ye're offer to tell her, and warn her that it'll grieve ye baith, and then let her say." "Yes, I'll do it.

I'll do it to-night, and if she says so, then I'll tell her." And so he did, and when he came back to the Finch's on Monday morning, for his mother saw that leaving school for a time would be no serious loss, and a week or two with the Finches might be a great gain, he came radiant to Mrs.Finch, and finding her in her chair by the open window alone, he burst forth, "I told her, and she wouldn't let me.

She didn't want to know so long as I said it was all made right.

And she promised she would trust me just the same.