28/28 If he had books like that in his house mebbe Amos would 'a' been different. He wouldn't 'a' had to come here tryin' to buy our honor like you'd buy a hoss." "Oh, dear!" Aunt Deel exclaimed wearily, with her hands over her eyes; "a boy has to have somethin' besides pigs an' cattle an' threats an' stones an' hoss dung an' cow manure to take up his mind." Uncle Peabody voiced my own feeling when he said: "I feel sorry, awful sorry, for that boy." We spent a silent afternoon gathering apples. After supper we played Old Sledge and my uncle had hard work to keep us in good countenance. We went to bed early and I lay long hearing the autumn wind in the popple leaves and thinking of that great thing which had grown strong within us, little by little, in the candle-light.. |