Then he answered, in a low, unsteady voice, for something in her manner had touched his feelings.
"You know I love you, mother; for you are the only one who loves me." "For the sake, then, of that love, let me ask you to do one thing, Andrew," said Mrs.Howland.
"What is that mother ?" "Go back to your teacher, and ask him to take you into the school again." A flush came warmly into the boy's face, and he shook his head in a positive manner.
"I wish you to do it for my sake, Andrew," urged Mrs.Howland.
"I can't, mother.

And it would not do any good." "Yes, it will do good.

You were wrong in not going punctually to school.

All that is now required of you is to acknowledge this, and ask to be restored to your place." Andrew stood silent and gloomy by his mother's side.
"Were you not wrong in absenting yourself from school at the proper hour ?" asked Mrs.Howland, in a calm, penetrating voice.
There was no reply.
"Say, Andrew ?" urged the mother.
"Yes, ma'am.

I suppose I was." "Was not your teacher right in objecting to this ?" "I suppose so." "And right in sending you home if you would not obey the rules of the school ?" The boy assented.
"Very well.