Sit still, Rob; and Ted, you harness up while I run and get my hat and tell Aunty to excuse me to Daisy.

I don't know those Penniman girls, and she will be glad of our room at tea, and we'll have a cosy bite at my house, and come home as gay as larks.' Nan talked on as a vent for the hidden emotions which professional pride would not allow her to show, and the boys approved her plan at once; for action is always easier than quiet waiting.

Ted went staggering away to wash his face at the pump, and rub some colour into his cheeks before he harnessed the horse.

Rob lay tranquilly on the hay, looking up at the swallows again as he lived through some very memorable moments.

Boy as he was, the thought of death coming suddenly to him, and in this way, might well make him sober; for it is a very solemn thing to be arrested in the midst of busy life by the possibility of the great change.