When Tom returned that night with his newly-earned shillings, he passed half of them over to Peter.
"There, Pete, put them aside for college. Harvard will want such a man as you will make."
Peter went to bed that night, happy with the new thought that he, himself, might some day go to college.
LITTLE JANE'S GENTIANS.
"Have you never seen a fringed gentian?" asked little blue-eyed Jane. "If you will go down that path with me, I'll show you where they grow."
Benjamin was about to follow, when his father reined in his horse at the gate and called, "Come, Ben, we must start for home!"
"Never mind," whispered little Jane, "I'll bring one to you at the meeting-house on the Sabbath."
John Cutts lifted his boy to the horse's back, and with the bag of meal behind the saddle they started homeward over beaten paths through the woods to the clearing, some two miles from the settlement. This happened as long ago as 1671, when the fire on the hearth was the only kind used. Benjamin was glad to get close to it this cold fall night, as he listened to his father's account of the many wolves shot that week, whose heads, Benjamin knew, would be hung on the meeting-house door until the captors received their bounty.