I feel as if I wanted to make it up to him some way." Ruth laughed; and when Abner came into the house at ten o'clock, she had a pitcher of molasses and water ready for him, also a plate of cherry turnovers.

Flyaway insisted upon toddling over the ground with one of the turnovers in her apron.
"Man," said she, when they reached the field, and she saw the Irishman with his funny red and white hair, "what's your name, man ?" He wiped his face with his checked shirt-sleeve, and took a turnover from her hand, bowing very low as he did so.
"Thank ee, my little lady; sense you're plazed to ask me,--my name's Dannul." "O, are you ?" said Flyaway, looking up in surprise at the large and oddly-dressed stranger.

"Are you Daniel?
My mamma's just been reading about you.

You was in the lions' den--_wasn't_ you, Daniel ?" Mr.McQuilken smiled at bareheaded, flossy-haired little Katie, and replied, with a wink at Abner,-- "Fath, little lady, and I suppose I'm that same Dannul; but 'twas so long ago I've clane forgot aboot it entirely." "O, did you?
Well, you _was_ in the lions' den, Daniel, but they didn't bite you, you know, 'cause you prayed so long and so loud, with your winners up; and then God wouldn't let 'em bite." Old Daniel laid both his huge hands on Katie's head.
"Swate little chirrub," said he, "don't she look saintish ?" Katie moved away; she did not like to have her hair pulled, and Daniel was unconsciously drawing it through the big cracks in his fingers, as if he was waxing silk.
"I guess I'll go home now," said she, with a timid glance at the man whom the lions did not bite; "they'll be spectin' me." Abner and Daniel both watched the tiny figure across the fields till Ruth came out to meet it, and it fluttered into the east door of the house.
"There, she's safe," said Abner; "she needs as much looking after as a young turkey." "She runs like a little sperrit, bliss her swate eyes," said Daniel.
"I had one as pooty as her, but she's at Mary's fate, Hivven rist her sowl!" The moment Flyaway reached the house, she rushed into the parlor to tell her mother the news.
"The man you readed about in the book, mamma, he's out there! Daniel, that the lions didn't bite, mamma, 'cause he prayed so long and so loud with his winners up; he's out there--got a hat on." "O, no, my child; it is thousands of years since Daniel was in the lions' den; he died long and long ago." "But he said he did, mamma; he told me so.

I _fought_ he was dead, mamma, but he said he wasn't." Mrs.Clifford shook her head.