Autumn

E-text prepared by Al Haines
New York Robert M. McBride & Company Copyright, 1921 by Robert M. McBride & Company
I Mrs. Grumble II School Lets Out III The Barlys IV Mr. Jeminy Builds A house Out of Boxes V Rain VI Harvest VII Mrs. Grumble Goes to the Fair VIII The Turn of the Year IX The Schoolmaster Leaves Hillsboro, His Work There Seemingly at an End X But He is Sought After All XI And is Found in Good Hands XII Mrs. Wicket
On Sunday the church bells of Hillsboro rang out across the ripening fields with a grave and holy sound, and again at evening knocked faintly, with quiet sorrow, at doors where children watched for the first star, to make their wishes. Night came, and to the croaking of frogs, the moon rose over Barly Hill. In the early morning the grass, still wet with dew, chilled the bare toes of urchins on their way to school where, until four o'clock, the tranquil voice of Mr. Jeminy disputed with the hum of bees, and the far off clink of the blacksmith's forge in the village.
At four o'clock Mr. Jeminy, with a sigh, gathered his books together. He sighed because he was old, and because the day's work was done. He arose from his seat, and taking up his stick, passed out between the benches and went slowly down the road.
It was a warm spring day; the air was drowsy and filled with the scent of flowers. A thrush sang in the woods, where Mr. Jeminy heard before him the light voices of children. He thought: How happy they are. And he smiled at his own fancies which, like himself, were timid and kind.
But gradually, as the afternoon shadows began to lengthen, he grew sad. It seemed to him as if the world, strange and contrary during the day, were again as it used to be when he was young.
When he crossed the wooden bridge over Barly Water, the minnows, frightened, fled away in shoals. Mr. Jeminy turned down toward the village, where he had an errand to attend to. As his footsteps died away, the minnows swam back again, as though nothing had happened. One, larger than the rest, found a piece of bread which had fallen into the water. This is my bread, he said, and gazed angrily at his friends, who were trying to bite him. I deserve this bread, he added.