"I distinctly heard him tell Edgar to throw a handkerchief over my hair if we should pass any wild cattle! How I 'd like to banish him from this vicinity! Invite Edgar to dinner next week, mamma; not too soon, or he will suspect missionary work.

Boys hate to be missionaried, and I 'm sure I don't blame them.
I hope he is happy downstairs in his little prison! He ought to be, if ignorance is bliss!".