And then he would ring the bell again, and walk on.
I have stopped, for the most of this chapter, to explain what kind of a town it was in which we passed the believing years, the years which began with us, and continued for a dozen summers or so. But now, if you please, we will return to that afternoon when we dashed out of school, and left Mr. Colburn and Miss Temple behind. We ran into a land of wonder. The first thing for me to learn about was that fishing trip for to-morrow.
I hastily consulted Ed Mason about it. No; we could not go, it must be postponed. Parts of the necessary tackle were missing, and there were reasons, connected with the approaching Fourth of July, why neither of us desired to make any avoidable expenditures just then.
But there was another plan, into which I might be admitted,—if I could prove trustworthy.
"You won't tell?" queried Ed Mason.
"Course not!"
"Cross your heart?"
I crossed my heart and hoped I might die.
But I could not know just then,—I must wait until next morning.