You're the best sister that ever was; so I'll love all the scallywags you ask me to." With a laugh and a kiss, Thorny shambled off to ascend his chariot, good-humoredly saluting his pusher, whom he found sitting on the high rail behind, with his feet on Sanch.
"Drive on, Benjamin.

I don't know the way, so I can't direct.

Don't spill me out,--that's all I've got to say." "All right, sir,"-- and away Ben trundled down the long walk that led through the orchard to a little grove of seven pines.
A pleasant spot; for a soft rustle filled the air, a brown carpet of pine needles, with fallen cones for a pattern, lay under foot; and over the tops of the tall brakes that fringed the knoll one had glimpses of hill and valley, farm-houses and winding river, like a silver ribbon through the low, green meadows.
"A regular summer house!" said Thorny, surveying it with approval.
"What's the matter, Randa?
Won't it do ?" he asked, as the stout maid dropped her arms with a puff, after vainly trying to throw the hammock rope over a branch.
"That end went up beautiful, but this one won't; the branches is so high, I can't reach 'em; and I'm no hand at flinging ropes round." "I'll fix it;" and Ben went up the pine like a squirrel, tied a stout knot, and swung himself down again before Thorny could get out of the chair.
"My patience, what a spry boy!" exclaimed Randa, admiringly.
"That 's nothing; you ought to see me shin up a smooth tent-pole," said Ben, rubbing the pitch off his hands, with a boastful wag of the head.
"You can go, Randa.

Just hand me my cushion and books, Ben; then you can sit in the chair while I talk to you," commanded Thorny, tumbling into the hammock.
"What's he goin' to say to me ?" wondered Ben to himself, as he sat down with Sanch sprawling among the wheels.
"Now, Ben, I think you'd better learn a hymn; I always used to when I was a little chap, and it is a good thing to do Sundays," began the new teacher, with a patronizing air, which ruffled his pupil as much as the opprobrious term "little chap." "I'll be--whew--if I do!" whistled Ben, stopping an oath just in time.
"It is not polite to whistle in company," said Thorny, with great dignity.
"Miss Celia told me to.

I'll say 'confound it,' if you like that better," answered Ben, as a sly smile twinkled in his eyes.
"Oh, I see! She 's told you about it?
Well, then, if you want to please her, you'll learn a hymn right off.