"Here is the bundle. I will bake a little pie for you while you are gone."
So things seemed to be working very smoothly for Joshua, and he set out on his three-mile walk in very good spirits. His walk he knew would make him hungry, and the pie which his mother promised him would be very acceptable on his return.
Arrived in front of Mr. Faulkner's, he saw Frank Faulkner, a boy of twelve, playing outside.
"Frank," called out Joshua, "here's a bundle I want you to carry into the house. Tell your folks my mother sent it."
"All right," said Frank, and he carried it in.
Joshua proceeded on his way, and finally reached the post-office.
"Give me a three-cent postage-stamp," he said to the postmaster.
This was speedily affixed to the letter, and, after resting a short time, he set out on his walk homeward.
Reaching the house of Mr. Faulkner, he was hailed by Frank, who was still playing outside.