"You are not going?"
"Yes; I have much yet to do."
"Can I not help you?"
"Oh, no; there is nothing that I have to do that a classical and mathematical scholar and nursling lawyer could understand."
"Then, at least, allow me to see you safely home. The nursling-lawyer can do that, I suppose? If you will be pleased to sit down until I hear this young hopeful say his lesson, I will close up the schoolroom and be at your service."
"Thank you very much; but I have to call at Brown's, the overseer's, and I would much rather you would not trouble yourself, Ishmael. Good-by. When we all get settled up at the house, which must be by next Saturday night, at farthest, you must come often to see us. It was to say this that I came here."
"Thank you, dearest Bee! I shall esteem it a great privilege to come."
"Prove it," laughed Bee, as she waved adieu, and tripped out of the schoolroom.
Ishmael called up his pupil for recitation.
The little savage could not say his lesson, and began to weep and rub his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket.