ANYBODY WILL TELL YOU WHERE GOV. BLAKE LIVES.
"He urged me a good deal and tried to press the money into my hand, but I kept saying:"
"'No, sir, I thank you just the same; I'd rather not take it.'"
"After this he seemed pleasanter than before. He told me he lived in Providence; and then I said, 'My mother has a cousin there. He is Professor in the college; and I hear that he is very rich. His name is Mr. Grath.'"
"'Ah! Is he your cousin? I know him very well. I was at a dinner party at his house last week. Perhaps you'll go to Providence some time. If you do, you must call on me; my name is Blake. Any body will tell you where Governor Blake lives.'"
"That is really an adventure, Dick," said his mother.
"Yes, and I mean to call. He reminded me of it again, when he got out; and he shook hands as hearty as could be, and wished me great success."
"When I went to the place where Mr. Jones told me to carry the evergreen,—the vestry back of the church, I found ever so many people there, ladies and boys. As soon as they saw me with some wreaths on my neck and on my arms, they cried out:"
"'Oh! here is our young hero We are all ready for you. You're just in time.'"
"The boys helped me bring the wreaths from the sleigh. They said they were beautiful,—the handsomest they'd ever had.