"Yes, but——"
"Now's your chance," interrupted the man, "learn all you can and try to do some one thing better than any one else in school, will you?"
"Well, but Uncle George, big boys and big girls go to country schools."
"What of it, Marian? You do some one thing better than any one else in school, and when you come home this fall you may choose any book you wish at the book store, and I will buy it for you."
"But, Uncle George, how will you know whether I really do something better than any one else or not?"
"I'll take your word for it, Marian."
"My word is true," the child remarked with dignity.
"No doubt about it," added Uncle George, turning away to hide a smile.
Just as the train pulled into the station, Marian caught a glimpse of a small blue butter-fly. It fluttered away out of sight as Uncle George said "good-bye." "Oh, I hate to leave that butter-fly," exclaimed Marian, and those were the last words Uncle George heard as he left her. The passengers smiled, but Uncle George looked thoughtful. There was so much to be seen from the car windows and so many folks to wonder about within the car, the journey seemed short.
Two young ladies welcomed Marian at the train, hugging and kissing her the minute the small feet touched the platform. "I guess folks will think you're some relation to me," laughed the child.