Sure, if they were dry yer own garments would be good enough, God knows, but Michael Henry loves the look o' ye in these togs and then the President is in town." That evening he discovered a big stain, black as ink, on my coat and trousers.

Mr.Hacket expressed the opinion that it might have come from the umbrella but I am quite sure that he had spotted them to save me from the last home-made suit I ever wore, save in rough work, and keep Michael Henry's on my back.

In any event I wore them no more save at chore time.
I began to make good progress in my studies that week and to observe the affection with which Mr.Hacket was regarded in the school and village.
I remember that his eyes gave out and had to be bandaged but the boys and girls in his room behaved even better than before.

It was curious to observe how the older ones controlled the younger in that emergency.
Sally came and went, with the Wills boy, and gave no heed to me.

In her eyes I had no more substance than a ghost, it seemed to me, although I caught her, often, looking at me.