"Since I met Deacon Tower I'm sure it's useful and necessary. He's got to have some place for his enemies. If it were not for hell, the deacon would be miserable here and, maybe, happy hereafter."
"It's a great hope and comfort to him," said the widow, smiling.
"Well, God save us all!" said Trove, who had now a liking for both the phrase and philosophy of Darrel. They had taken chairs at the table.
"Tom," said he, "we'll pause a moment, while you give us the fourth rule of syntax."
"Correct," said he, heartily, as the last word was spoken. "Now let us be happy."
"Paul," said the teacher, as he finished eating, "what is the greatest of all laws?"
"Thou shalt not lie," said the boy, promptly.
"Correct," said Trove; "and in the full knowledge of the law, I declare that no better blueberries and biscuit ever passed my lips."
Supper over, Polly disappeared, and young Mr. Trove helped with the dishes. Soon Polly came back, glowing in her best gown and slippers.
"Why, of all things! What a foolish child!" said her mother. For answer Polly waltzed up and down the room, singing gayly.