It was a great liberty; but she was so good-humoured as to laugh, and said he had taken good aim.
“Please, Miss Fosbrook,” next said he, “would you hear how many propositions I can say!” And as she opened her eyes at this holiday amusement, he added, “Papa has got the appointment after all, and means me to have it.”
“I am so glad, Sam! I give you joy!” she said, and took his hand to shake it heartily.
“I wish Hal could go too,” said Sam.
“Dear Sam,” she said kindly, and guessing his feelings, as having gone along with them, “I don’t wonder you are sorry for him; but indeed I think it is better for him to be sheltered from beginning real life just now.”
“Papa said he would not have taken him,” said Sam; “but it seems so hard to have all his life changed for a thing that sounds worse than he meant it to be.”
“Sam,” said Miss Fosbrook, “I once read a sermon, that said that our conduct in little things does decide the tenor of our lives. You know one moment of hastiness cost Moses the Promised Land; and only a little while ago, we heard how Joash had but few victories allowed to him, because he did not think it worth while to strike the ground as often as Elisha told him. It is the little things that show whether we are to be trusted with great.”
“It is such a tremendous punishment,” said Sam, “when he would have put it back again.”
“My brother knew a banker’s clerk who was transported for borrowing what he meant to put back again. No, Sam; people must bear the result of their doings; and your father judges for Hal as much in kindness as in anger.”
“I know he knows best.”