Now you have eat my bread and butter, I don't feel like being mean to you.

If any body else wants to carry you back, they may; I won't." "But you shall hear me;" and Bobby proceeded to deliver his "plain, unvarnished tale." When he had progressed but a little way in the narrative, the noise of an approaching vehicle was heard.

Sam looked out of the window, as almost every body does in the country when a carriage passes.
"By thunder! It's the Reform School wagon!" exclaimed he.

"This way, boy!" and the good-hearted man thrust him into his chamber, bidding him get under the bed.
The carriage stopped at the house; but Sam evaded direct reply, and the superintendent--for it was he--proceeded on his search.
"Heaven bless you, Mr.Ray!" exclaimed Bobby, when he came out of the chamber, as the tears of gratitude coursed down his cheeks.
"O, you will find Sam Ray all right," said he, warmly pressing Bobby's proffered hand.

"I ain't quite a heathen, though some folks around here think so." "You are an angel!" "Not exactly," laughed Sam.
Our hero finished his story, and confirmed it by exhibiting his account book and some other papers which he had retained.