“Well, give me a kiss,” said D’Arcy. But there was a tone of raillery in his voice which put Amabel on her dignity, and she shook her head, and began to go down the steps of the house, one leg at a time.
“If I’m Bogy, you know, you have kissed me once,” shouted D’Arcy. But Amabel’s wits were as well developed as her feet.
“Once is enough for bogies,” said she, and went sturdily away.
CHAPTER XXIX.
JAN FULFILS ABEL’S CHARGE.—SON OF THE MILL.—THE LARGE-MOUTHED WOMAN.
By the time Jan went back to the windmill he was quite well.
“Ye’ll be fit for the walk by I open school,” said Master Swift.
Jan promised himself that he would redouble his pains in class, from gratitude to the good schoolmaster. But it was not to be.
The day before the school opened, Jan came to the cottage. “Master Swift,” said he, “I be come to tell ye that I be afraid I can’t come to school.”
“And how’s that?” said Master Swift.