Don't you ever come here again." I took the tea and started down the road weeping.

What a bitter day that was for me! I dreaded to face my aunt and uncle.

Coming through the grove down by our gate I met Uncle Peabody.

With the keen eyesight of the father of the prodigal son he had seen me coming "a long way off" and shouted: "Well here ye be--I was kind o' worried, Bub." Then his eye caught the look of dejection in my gait and figure.

He hurried toward me.