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He took down a slate-pencil box with a sliding lid, and drew out a bundle of crumbled slips which Hughie, with sinking heart, recognized as his own vouchers. "Sixteen pennies." Foxy had taken care of this part of the business. "Sixteen!" exclaimed Hughie, snatching up the bunch. "Count them yourself," said Foxy, calmly, knowing well he could count on Hughie's honesty.
'I'll be frank in my turn. For Hughie's sake, I don't think we ought to live in the town; but it's easy enough to find healthy places just outside. 'I shouldn't wish to be actually in the town, said Alma, her voice tremulous with pleasure. 'You know where the Leaches are living? 'Yes. Or just a little farther away, on the higher ground. Very well, let us regard that as settled.
And Foxy, big and tall as he was, glanced at Hughie's face, and saying not a word, turned and fled to the front of the school where the other boys were. Hughie followed slowly, his heart still swelling with furious rage, and full of an eager desire to be at Foxy's smiling, fat face.
I'm like Fido when he's let off his chain. He just goes wild." Then, after a pause, he added, in a graver tone, "And mother read Zaccheus to me. And isn't it fine how He never said a word to him?" Hughie was too excited to be coherent "but stood up for him, and" here Hughie's voice became more grave "I'm going to restore fourfold.
When I was a boy we were made to mind our manners, I can tell you." "So are we!" replied Hughie, hotly; "but we don't go shoween off like that! And then himself and his rules!" Hughie's disgust was quite unutterable. "Rules!" exclaimed the old man. "Ay, that is what is the trouble."
He had a momentary picture of his Aunts' going out to the stable on sharp nights like these to feed the cattle and bed the horses, and he tried to believe he was glad he was not going. The next day at dinner Auntie Elspie remarked casually that she thought she would take a run over to Hughie's and see if little Elspie was better of her cold, and have a cup of tea with Hughie's wife.
"Well, your father would be seeing to that," said the old man, with great satisfaction, feeling that Hughie's discipline might be safely left in the minister's hands. There was a pause of a few moments, and then a quiet voice inquired gently, "He will be a very big man, Hughie, I suppose." "Oh, just ordinary," said Hughie, innocently, turning to Mrs. Finch.
"Well," said Craven, smiling up into Hughie's face, "that's a good, swift opening, isn't it?" "Oh, it's terrible," groaned Hughie. "They're going to lick us off the ice." "Well," replied the master, slowly, "I wouldn't be in a hurry to say so. We have a hundred minutes and more to win in yet. Now, don't you see that their captain is their great card.
Can't we get into the calmer part of the lake? I don't understand you," said Hughie. "But I understand you. You don't like me, and I don't like you. From the very first you have been disagreeable. I like your little sister, but you don't want me to like her." "Well, I think you are a bit rough on old Em," was Hughie's remark.
The master hesitated. It would be a vast relief, but it was a little like shirking. On all sides, however, hands went up in support of Hughie's proposal, and having hesitated, he felt he must surrender or become terrifying at once. "Very well," he said; "Margaret Aird and Thomas Finch will act as captains." At once there was a gleeful hubbub. Slates and books were slung into desks.
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