He untied a parcel, and took out some prettily bound volumes, which he proceeded to distribute, to the great joy of the boys.
The scholars generally looked much pleased; but not one, except Fred Carleton, expressed his gratitude. When it came his turn to go forward, his whole face was covered with a rosy flush. He bowed when the volume was put in his hands, and with a cordial “I thank you, sir,” retired to his seat.
There were several whispered comments on Fred’s conduct; all agreeing that he had done well.
“That boy has a good mother,” murmured one of the committee in the ear of the bearded stranger.
The gentleman only bowed.
In the confusion of leaving the hall, Hatty lost sight of the strange visitor; but she could not forget the impression he had made upon her and continued to talk about him all the way home.
“I can’t think where I’ve seen him before. His eyes looked as familiar as possible.”
Before they started for the school they had drawn down the curtains and locked the door, Mrs. Carleton taking the key in her pocket. Now, as they approached the house, they were surprised to see the curtains up, and the shed door wide open.
Hatty darted forward to see who was within, and presently, with a joyful scream, was held fast in the arms of the mysterious stranger.