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"I do care for the chance," he cried; "just try me, and see." Mrs. Fisher took his sunburnt face between her two hands. "Do you really wish to go back to school, and put your mind on your books? Be honest, now." "Yes, I do," said Joel, without winking. "Well, you never told me a lie, and I know you won't begin now," said Mother Fisher, slowly releasing him. "You may go back, Joe; I'll trust you."
At last Joel stopped and wiped his hot face, David looking at him from a distance in despair. "You stay there, Dave, I'm going to tell 'em," and Joel marched off with an awful feeling at his heart. But he didn't dare to stop to think about it, but mounted the steps of the parsonage and went down the wide hall.
See, I have kept always by me the little Bible you gave me on my birthday I have treasured it, and I know it has made me a better girl, because it makes me always think of your goodness but I couldn't have gone there, Joel and it does seem as if you need not have gone and that marrying is so odious "
To think it all came of your reading Hugo's masterpiece, and taking it to heart. But here comes Joel; and we can soon be seated at the supper table." The more Hugh saw of this remarkably genial old couple the closer did he seem to be drawn to Deacon Winslow and his crippled wife. Indeed, Hugh soon came to the conclusion that they were the warmest-hearted pair he had ever known in all his life.
"Well, I think if we are going to have such a fine post office, we'll have to work pretty hard to write the letters," said Polly, after they had sobered down a bit. "Ugh!" cried Joel with a grimace, "I'm not going to write a single scrap of one." "Indeed you are," retorted Polly; "everybody has absolutely got to write some letters. Why, we must have a bushel of them."
"Dave said I might," said Joel, with a very red face, and one cheek very much puffed out, while he turned David's slice over so that it didn't show where the big bite had been taken off. But his face grew quite red, and he didn't look in her brown eyes. "For shame, Joe!" cried Ben at him, in a way that made Mother Pepper look around. She hadn't heard Polly.
"Thad always was such a good boy, Persis, but now I'm prepared for anything. I think she's capable of working him up to the point of running away with her." Again Persis proffered consolation. "I don't think so. Annabel Sinclair's what I call a feeble sinner. She reminds me of Joel when he was a little boy.
"You knocked him over!" cried Joel, boiling with wrath, and, deserting the big post, he squared off toward the Strawberry Hill boy, and doubled up his little brown fists. "Then you've got to fight me." "All right," said Jim, glad he was so much bigger. "I know a place down in th' cow-pasture where I can lick you's easy's not."
Brigham looked at them questioningly. Joel announced their errand. "It's a rare opportunity, Brother Brigham, to bring light to these wretched Lamanites. This boy had his arm torn off a year ago in a fight with a grizzly. You know you told me that day I brought the rain-storm that you could well-nigh raise the dead, so this will be easy for you."
"I don't know," repeated the boy, still holding out the precious letter; "but Mr. Atkins gave it to me; where is Polly?" "I know where she is," said Joel; "she's up-stairs." And he flew out in a twinkling, and just as soon reappeared with Polly scampering after him in the wildest excitement.
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