So we sent him to bed at the earliest moment, and held a small council upon him.

If you remember you, John, having now taken to smoke (which is a hateful practice), had gone forth grumbling about your bad supper and not taking it as a good lesson." "Why, Annie," I cried, in amazement at this, "I will never trust you again for a supper.

I thought you were so sorry." "And so I was, dear; very sorry.

But still we must do our duty.

And when we came to consider it, Ruth was the cleverest of us all; for she said that surely we must have some man we could trust about the farm to go on a little errand; and then I remembered that old John Fry would do anything for money." "Not for money, plaize, miss," said John Fry, taking a pull at the beer; "but for the love of your swate face." "To be sure, John; with the King's behind it.