Some day you shall ride over from the Three-Notched Road, and I will show you them." "I will come," said Lewis Rand.

The colour deepened in his face and a moisture troubled his vision.

The shop, the littered counter, the guardian of the books, and President Washington's Secretary of State wavered like the sunbeam at the door.
Jefferson ran his hand over the row of books.

"Mr.Smith, give the lad old Coke, yes, and Locke on Government, and put them to my account .-- Where do you go to school ?" The boy swallowed hard, straightened his shoulders, and looked his questioner in the face.

"Nowhere, sir--not now.