“The greatest man that ever lived was a carpenter,” said his mother.
“Whoa, boy!” exclaimed Mr. Duwell, drawing up the reins sharply. “Don’t get frightened at a piece of paper, when you’ve done so well. Whoa, there, boy!”
The horse seemed to understand the quiet gentle voice, and settled down to an even trot.
“He will go well enough now,” said Mrs. Duwell. “He knows we are headed for home.”
“So we are! I wish we were headed the other way,” said Wallace. “What makes a good time so short?” he asked, so seriously that everybody laughed.
IV. The Wolf’s Den
“Mother, I may be late in getting home from school this afternoon,” said Wallace on Monday at noon. “Mr. Emerson said he was going to take us for a walk after school to-day. He told us to ask if it would be all right. Will it, mother?”
“Yes, Wallace, but try to be home before dark.”
“I’ll tell you all about our trip at supper time,” said Wallace. “Good-by.”