"I do repent of it! I never in the world would do such a thing again!" "Then what you have done was not the unpardonable sin at all!" the old Squire exclaimed confidently.
"Do you think so ?" Rufus cried imploringly.
"I know so!" the old Squire declared authoritatively.

"Now let's feed those cows and your horse.

Then we will go out and take a look at the fields where you are going to put in a crop this spring." When the old Squire and grandmother Ruth came away the shadows at the Sylvester farm had visibly lifted, and life was resuming its normal course there.

They had proceeded only a short distance on their homeward way, however, when they heard footsteps behind, and saw Rufus hastening after them bareheaded.
"Tell me, Squire, what d'ye think I ought to do about that--what I done once ?" he cried.
"Well, Rufus," the old Squire replied, "that is a matter you must settle with your own conscience.

Since you ask me, I should say that, if the wrong you did can be righted in any way, you had better try to right it." "I will.