“I know his name,” said Uncle Edward, “and I believe I will reward him.”
The next morning, when Davie was out in the little garden hoeing and whistling, a strange thing happened to him; he received a letter—the first letter with his name on the envelope which he had ever received. It was short and to the point:
After you left me yesterday two witnesses to your honesty and faithfulness, as well as to your good temper under provocation, called upon me, and made me decide to give you a month’s trial in the store if you still wish the situation. Call on me to-day if possible; if not, to-morrow will do.
Yours sincerely,
Edward Hammond.
“Mother,” said Davie, as they went all over the plans for the third time, “who could have called on him who knows anything about me? I can’t imagine.”
Pansy.
A SUMMER DAY IN THE COUNTRY.
