"What a lovely boy!" she said, when he had darted into the house.
"It is easy to tell that he has a good mother," Mr. Bryant said, gazing at the neat orchards and nicely tilled fields.
Charley's Mother teaching him the Golden Rule.
In about five minutes Charley appeared again. In one hand he held a pitcher, and in the other a tumbler.
"Take care and not spill the milk," said a soft voice, just inside the door.
Mr. Bryant threw the reins on Dolly's back (Dolly was the name of the horse), and took the pitcher from the boy.
"Thank you, my fine little fellow," he said, patting Charley's head.
Then he filled the tumbler and passed it to his wife, who said she hadn't tasted such nice milk for many a day.
"Wont you have some, too?" urged Charley.