And there was Bill Jordan, with a letter in his hand, and something on his mind that he was dying to tell, but would rather die than not take his time about telling.
So Bill proceeded to peddle out his news, a bit at a time.

"John Big Moose's goin' t' New York," was the first thing Bill said.
"Hooray!" Whitey cried.
"That's a fine way t' take th' news that you're goin' t' lose your dear teacher," Bill said reproachfully.
"Oh, of course I'm sorry that John is going away, but just think, there'll be no more lessons," Whitey answered.
"O' course," Bill said, and he looked at the boy in a very peculiar way.
But Whitey was too excited to notice the look.

"What's John going for ?" he asked.
"Your father's sent for him," answered Bill.

Mr.Sherwood's business had again taken him to the big city.

"An' now that this here gold mine's turnin' out so well," Bill continued, "an' John has some money, your father don't think it's fair t' keep him here teachin' a couple o' kids, when there's a big openin' for John right there in New York.