I went to my uncle and tried to whisper in his ear a hint that he had better go and look into the wood-shed.

He stopped me before I had begun by saying: "Don't bother me now, Bub.

I'll git that candy for ye the next time I go to the village." Candy! I was thinking of no such trivial matter as candy.

He couldn't know how the idea shocked me in the exalted state of mind into which I had risen.

He didn't know then of the spiritual change in me and how generous and great I was feeling and how sublime and beautiful was the new way in which I had set my feet.
I went out on the porch and stood looking down with a sad countenance.
Aunt Deel followed me.
"W'y, Bart!" she exclaimed, "you're too tired to eat--ayes! Be ye sick ?" I shook my head.
"Peabody," she called, "this boy has worked like a beaver every minute since you left--ayes he has! I never see anything to beat it--never! I want you to come right out into the wood-shed an' see what he's done--this minute--ayes!" I followed them into the shed.
"W'y of all things!" my uncle exclaimed.