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Now what did you mean by saying 'just like pie, in speaking of your lesson just now?" "Oh! come now, Miss Hildy!" said Bubble, bashfully, "the' ain't no use in your tellin' me you don't know what pie is." "Of course I know what pie is, you silly boy!" said Hilda, laughing. "But what has pie to do with your geography lesson?" "That's so!" murmured the boy, apologetically. "That's a fact, ain't it!
"Mercy! yes, I've made gruel twice for her and she's all right, only she'll be lame and sore-like for a good while, but I must go to work, I've been gone long enough. Where's your mother?" And the dear old soul hastened to her duties. Our supper table was enlivened by the news that Aunt Hildy brought, all being interested with the exception of Mr. Benton, who was well covered with dignity.
Aunt Hildy was an especial favorite, and she would sit with her so contentedly, while that dear old face, illumined by the sun of love, told our hearts it was good for baby's breath to moisten the cheek of age.
"I'll try not to talk no more slang, Miss Hildy. I will, I swan!" "But, Bubble, you must not say 'I swan' either; that is abominable slang." Bubble looked very blank. "Why, what shall I say?" he asked, simply. "Pink won't let me say 'I swow, 'cause it's vulgar; an' if I say 'by' anything, Ma says it's swearin', an' I can't swear, nohow!" "Of course not," said Hilda.
Louis sat in silence, also his mother, but aunt Hildy spoke as follows, after waiting a few moments to see if any one else had pent up wrath to give vent to: "Well, as the youngest has spoke, I suppose I may express my feelin's, and I must say I never heerd a worse sermon.
And when the boy, exhausted with his heroic exertions, threw himself down on the pine-needles and begged "Miss Hildy" to sing to them, she readily consented, and sang "Jock o' Hazeldean" and "Come o'er the stream, Charlie!" so sweetly that the little fat birds sat still on the branches to listen.
He was the most perfect boy to plan at a moment's notice, but Louis told him not to hazard his life on the belfry ladder for we could manage it all without. "And besides," he said, "you, Ben, must walk into church with us; we are not going unprotected. Hal and Mary, Ben and little mother, and Mr. Minot with his wife and Aunt Hildy. That is the programme as I have it."
I said to mother. "I cannot think of anything to do except to help the poor girl; his own punishment is sure, Emily; we are not his masters. 'Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord," she quoted calmly. "Yes," said Aunt Hildy, "that's the spirit to have, but I believe if I had really heard it as Emily did, I'd have risked it to throw a pan of dish water on him."
When the work he was doing for them commenced, Aunt Hildy had said: "That's it; put not your light under a bushel but where men can see it, Louis, for I tell you the candles you carry to folks' hearts are run in the mould of the Lord's love, and every gleam on 'em is worth seein'." Aunt Hildy's step we knew was growing less firm, and now and then she rode to the village.
I put it in my pocket and went to ask Aunt Hildy what to do for Aunt Peg. She proposed to go over, and Ben went with her. While they were gone I read the paper, which proved to be a letter, evidently written to Mr.
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