Then his eyes twinkled, as the boys filed out into the night. "Edward," said he to Ned Rogers, "tell your father that's the best mow of timothy I ever saw."
"It's just the way I thought," cried the boys, when they got out of the Deacon's hearing, "just exactly."
AN UNWELCOME VISITOR.
"I'll 'tend to you in a moment, Mr. Hornet."
