It was not an errand for a boy, but no man could have done better, and your aunt had no one else.

I am glad she had not." Then John Penhallow felt that he was shaky and that his eyes were uncomfortably filling.

With a boy's dislike of showing emotion, he mastered his feelings and said, "Thank you, Uncle Jim." "That is all," said the Squire, who too saw and comprehended what he saw, "go to bed, you breaker of the law--" "And I," said Ann, "a wicked partner.

Come, John." They left the master of the house with the rector.

Rivers looked at the clock, "I think I must go.