"It sounds fine, sir; but I'm not sure that I understand what you mean to say. It sounds to me like a darkening of wisdom."
I saw that I had irritated him, and so had in some measure lost ground. But Harry struck in—
"How can you say that now, Joe? I know what the parson means well enough, and everybody knows I ain't got half the brains you've got."
"The reason is, Harry, that he's got something in his head that stands in the way."
"And there's nothing in my head to stand in the way!" returned Harry, laughing.
This made me laugh too, and even Joe could not help a sympathetic grin. By this time it was getting dark.
"I'm afraid, Harry, after all, you won't get through to-night."
"I begin to think so too, sir. And there's Joe saying, 'I told you so,' over and over to himself, though he won't say it out like a man."
Joe answered only with another grin.
"I tell you what it is, Harry," I said—"you must come again on Monday. And on your way home, just look in and tell Joe's mother that I have kept him over to-morrow. The change will do him good."