“Well-good-bye.”
“Why, where are you going?”
“After the school report!”
And he did.
I stayed down there an hour, and surprised the workmen when they hauled up and found a man on the rope instead of a bucket of rock.
I walked home, too—five miles-up-hill.
We had no school report next morning—but the Union had.
AN IDEAL FRENCH ADDRESS
EXTRACT FROM “PARIS NOTES,” IN “TOM SAWYER ABROAD,” ETC.