Oh, she's splendid, my mother! And she's coming this week to see you.

And I tell you I just feel like--like anything! I can't keep still.

I'm like Fido when he's let off his chain.
He just goes wild." Then, after a pause, he added, in a graver tone, "And mother read Zaccheus to me.

And isn't it fine how He never said a word to him ?"--Hughie was too excited to be coherent--"but stood up for him, and"-- here Hughie's voice became more grave--"I'm going to restore fourfold.

I'm going to work at the hay, and I fired that old pistol into the pond, and I'm not afraid of Foxy any more, not a bit." Hughie rushed breathlessly through his story, while the dark face before him glowed with intelligent sympathy, but she only said, when he had done, "It is a graund thing to be free, is it no' ?".