“No, I will,” insisted the boy, going to the stove.
A few moments later, with infinite satisfaction, he watched her partake of crisp toast, fresh eggs, and savory tea.
“Did you see Jud and Janey?” she asked suddenly.
“No; they were at school.”
“David, you shall go regularly to school next fall.” 31
“No,” said David stoutly; “next fall I am going to work regularly for some of the farmers, and you are not going to wash any more.”
Her eyes grew moist.
“David, will you always be good––will you grow up to be as good a man as I want you to be?”
“How good do you want me to be?” he asked dubiously.
A radiant and tender smile played about her mouth.