"Vosh has got the dictionary!" all but shouted his happy mother. "I declare, I'll read it through."
"If she does," whispered Corry to Port, "she'll never stop talking again as long as she lives."
"She'd have all the words she'd need to keep her a-going."
The ceremony of presenting the prize was gracefully turned over to Elder Evans by his reverend friend and the committee. The good man seemed to take a special pleasure in delivering so very large a book to "a young member of his own flock," as he expressed it. It must be confessed that Vosh looked more than a little "sheepish" when he walked forward, and held out his hands for the prize.
The great spelling-match was over, and the crowd of old and young spectators began to disperse.
Before the Cobbleville boys could make up their minds clearly whether it was their duty to snowball Elder Keyser or the Benton-district folk, the latter were mostly on their way home.
"Susie," said Vosh, as he stowed the dictionary carefully away in the red cutter, "I wish you'd won it."
"I'm real glad I didn't, then. Our side beat, and that's quite enough for me."