"Are you the Lord?" said the child, solemnly.
"Am I what?"
"The Lord," said the boy.
"No, indeed, my lad," said Mr. Sewell, smiling. "Why, what put that into your little head?"
"I thought you were," said the boy, still continuing to study the pastor with attention. "Miss Roxy said so."
"It's curious what notions chil'en will get in their heads," said Captain Kittridge. "They put this and that together and think it over, and come out with such queer things."
"But," said the minister, "I have brought something for you all;" saying which he drew from his pocket three little bright-cheeked apples, and gave one to each child; and then taking the hand of the little Moses in his own, he walked with him toward the house-door.
Mrs. Pennel was sitting in her clean kitchen, busily spinning at the little wheel, and rose flushed with pleasure at the honor that was done her.
"Pray, walk in, Mr. Sewell," she said, rising, and leading the way toward the penetralia of the best room.
"Now, Mrs. Pennel, I am come here for a good sit-down by your kitchen-fire, this evening," said Mr. Sewell. "Emily has gone out to sit with old Mrs. Broad, who is laid up with the rheumatism, and so I am turned loose to pick up my living on the parish, and you must give me a seat for a while in your kitchen corner. Best rooms are always cold."