"I won't promise."
"Don't tell, Edward!"
"I tell you I won't promise. Out with the box; look sharp!"
"Indeed it's nothing wrong. Do you hear, Edward?"
"Then if it's nothing wrong, I suppose you can give it me. Come, be quick!"
Boylike, Ole took this as a sort of half promise; he looked imploringly at him and began hesitatingly: "I go down there to--to--oh, you know--to walk in the ways of God." This last was said very timidly and he burst into tears.
"In the ways of God?" repeated Edward, half uneasily but highly astonished.
Then he remembered that once in a very drowsy geography class, the master had asked, "What are the best kind of roads or ways?" The answer in the lesson-book was, "The best way for the exportation of wares is by sea."
"Well," repeated the master, "what ways arc the best? Answer, you, Tuft!"
"The ways of God," answered Tuft. In an instant the whole class was wide awake, a roar of laughter gave evidence of it.