“Oh! I will, when I say my prayers to-night. Are you going to study your books this evening, David Lindsay?”
“Yes, indeed. What are you going to do?”
“Oh, I—I think I will look out some more books for you, and then I will hunt out some pretty bright pieces of calico from the scrap-bag, to learn to make patchwork quilts, and have them ready against the next time I go to see your grandmother.”
“When will you come again? To-morrow?” anxiously inquired the boy, as he leaned on his oar.
“Oh, no, not to-morrow; not to see your grandmother, to put her to so much trouble, you know; but I will come down here to the landing to see you, David Lindsay.”
“Oh, yes, please do.”
“Well, good-bye, David Lindsay.”
“Good-bye.”
“God bless you, David Lindsay!”
“And you, too.”