So, on the morning following he sent the Dominie a pig and a peck of fine flour, for which that quaint divine thanked him and prayed Heaven that he might send more.

He gave the school-master a big pipe and tobacco enough to last him a month.

He also ordered the tailor to make the pedagogue a new suit of homespun, something the poor man had not had for many a day.

School-mastering was not a business men got rich at in those days, and poor Wiggins, for such was his name, had a hard time to keep the wolf from his door.

Indeed, he thought himself well paid with four dollars a week and his victuals, which he got around among the parents of his scholars.