He seems a very bright boy, and it is a pity he should not have a good education.

Could you spare him, do you think, for an hour every day ?" She stopped, while the farmer looked at her with a merry twinkle in his eye.
"You teach Bubble Chirk!" he said.

"Why, what would your fine friends say to that, Miss Huldy?
Bubble ain't nothin' but a common farm-boy, if he _is_ bright; an' I ain't denyin' that he is." "I don't know what they would say," said Hildegarde, blushing hotly, "and I don't care, either! I know what mamma would do in my place; and so do you, Farmer Hartley!" she added, with a little touch of indignation.
"Waal, I reckon I do!" said Farmer Hartley.

"And I know who looks like her mother, this minute, though I never thought she would.

Yes!" he said, more seriously, "you shall teach Bubble Chirk, my gal; and it's my belief 'twill bring you a blessin' as well as him.