It's nearly school-time now, and you'll get nothing to eat until you come home again." "I don't feel at all hungry, mother." "Just eat them for my sake," urged Mrs.Howland.
Without a word more Andrew took the saucer.
"Ain't they nice ?" asked Mrs.Howland, as she saw that her boy relished the fruit and cream.
"Yes, dear mother! they are very good," replied Andrew; "and you are good, too.

Indeed I love you, mother!" The last sentence was uttered with visible emotion.
"Then, for my sake, try and do right, Andrew," said Mrs.Howland, tenderly.
"I will try, mother," returned the boy.

"I do try often; but I forget myself a great many times." Soon after Andrew started for school.

On arriving, his teacher called him up and said-- "Did your father get my note ?" "I don't know, sir," replied Andrew.
"What did he say to you ?" The boy's eyes sunk to the floor and he remained silent.
"I sent your father a note immediately," said the teacher, "telling him that you were not to blame." Andrew looked up quickly into his teacher's face, while a shadow fell upon his countenance.
"You don't know whether he received it ?" "No sir." The teacher called up another lad, and inquired if he had delivered the note given him at the dwelling of Mr.Howland, as directed.

The boy replied that he had done so.
"Very, well.