Hold your tongue, you supercilious minx!" "Bubble," she said aloud, "would you like me to teach you a little, while I am here?
I think perhaps I could help you with your lessons." The boy looked up with a sudden flash in his blue eyes, while his face grew crimson with pleasure.
"Would I like it ?" he cried eagerly.

But the next moment the glow faded, and he looked awkwardly down at his ragged book and still more ragged clothes.

"Guess I ain't no time to l'arn that way," he muttered in confusion.
"Nonsense!" said Hilda, decidedly.

"There must be _some_ hour in the day when you can be spared.

I shall speak to Farmer Hartley about it.