If you do, the sheriff locks up your door and puts the key in his pocket." Thus the Dominie concluded, reminding his hearers that, as it was Harvest-Sunday, they must not forget to be liberal with their sixpences when the box came round.
His hearers were greatly delighted, and declared they had not heard him preach so good a sermon for many a day.

And when he came down from the pulpit they congratulated him, and sundry extra pecks of wheat were promised as a reward for the light he had favored them with.
The day wore away pleasantly, and when evening came, when the gleams of the setting sun tipped the surrounding hills with golden light, and dusky shadows were creeping up the valley, the reader, if he had looked in at Hanz Toodleburg's little house, might have seen one of those quaint but pleasant pictures which are a fit ending of such a day.
There, grouped around his table, sat the Dominie, Doctor Critchel, Bright the inn-keeper, and the schoolmaster, for Hanz had invited them to sup with him, and Angeline had prepared the best she had to set before them.

There, too, was Tite's empty chair.

There it stood, silent and touching, all the pleasant memories it once contained made sad now by the mystery that enshrouded his long absence.

There was his plate, and his knife and fork, all so bright and clean, set as regularly as if he were home, and guarded so tenderly.