“O, he said it was mine,” replied Caleb.
“What was yours?” said Mary Anna.
“The squirrel.”
“The squirrel!” repeated Mary Anna; “you went to ask him what sort of a boy you had been.”
“O!” said Caleb—“there!—I forgot all about that. I'll run and ask him now.”
“No,—stop,” said Mary Anna; “it is time for supper now; and besides, I will take your word for it; you are a pretty honest boy. You say you was a pleasant boy all day.”
“Yes,” said Caleb, “I was.” He had forgotten his feelings of ill-humour, when Raymond would not come and light his fire.
“And you think I ought to make you a picture book for a reward.”
“Yes,” said Caleb, “I wish you would.”
“But I cannot tell how pleasant in mind you have been all day, unless I know what you have had to try you.”