My mother wants you to come to tea to-morrow.

Call here for me after evening chapel, and we'll go together.

Good-bye now, and thanks, youngster." I could hardly tell if I was on my head or my heels as I walked back.
It had never occurred to me till now that I had done anything out of the common in fishing Miss Mamie out of her muddy bath.

Indeed, I still felt I was getting credit I did not deserve, and blushed to myself.

As to the invitation for to-morrow, that seemed to me a burst of glory quite past my present comprehension, and I resolved to treasure it as a secret in my own bosom until at least I had made sure it was not a dream.
Before then, however, I had less pleasant work on hand.