His mamma shook her head, saying:
"You have had a long vacation, my dear. School is the first duty now."
The little fellow's lip quivered; and for a moment he looked quite vexed; but while his parents with anxious hearts waited to see whether he would submit cheerfully to parental authority, his brow cleared, and he exclaimed:
"You always do know best, mamma. I should admire to go; but I dare say papa will take me some time."
Papa smiled, but said nothing. Mamma drew her son to her side, and kissed her approval of his conduct.
In five minutes he was trotting Whitefoot out of the yard, his smiles as bright, and his brow serene as ever.
