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Updated: June 16, 2025
I might look though, if you wanted to hear." And Tode drew his precious three leaves from his vest pocket. "Oh, you carry Habakkuk about with you, do you? Well, let's have the figure by all means, only pass me that bottle of wine first." But Tode's face paled and his limbs actually shook. "I can't do it," he said at last. "You can't! Why, what's up?" "Just look for yourself, sir.
"Well, it tells you more than you can see." "And what's t'other?" "Arithmetic is about figures. What are you asking me so many questions for? didn't you ever go to school?" "Never did in all my life, not an hour. Now go on about the figures." "Well, all about them how to add and multiply, and subtract and divide, and fractions." "Never heard of one of 'em," said Tode, with a little sigh.
Tode, you're green, very green, I'm afraid, not to think of that before. Course I'll board! I'll go right straight down to the old lady, and order rooms." But the old lady shook her head, and looked troubled. "You see," said she, "I ain't got but one bed for spare, and I've got a boy.
Tode flushed as he tried to hide his feet under his chair. "'Twasn't his fault," he answered, quickly. He too was silent for a moment, then suddenly he sat upright with a look of stern resolve in his grey eyes, as he added, "Nan, I'll tell you all there is about it, 'cause things are goin' to be diff'runt after this. I'm goin' to live straight every way, I am; I've promised."
The man growled a surly response but Tode did not look back. On the corner he stopped, wondering how he could best elude the unfriendly sexton and slip into the building, without his knowledge. He dropped down on the curbstone and sat there thinking for some time. At last a voice above him said quietly, "Well, my boy, aren't you coming to church?"
Then commenced another chase, around the corner, down one block, up another, on and on, until Tode, panting and breathless, brought up at last before a grand hotel, inside which Mr. Hastings vanished. Tode pushed boldly forward, shied behind a fat gentleman who ran against them in the hall, and remained hidden long enough to overhear the following conversation: "Why, Mr. Hastings! How do you do?
He ran up the stairs with Tag at his heels, and almost trembling with eagerness, knocked at the Hunts' door. Mrs. Hunt herself opened it, and stared at the boy for a moment before she realised who it was. "For the land's sake, if it isn't Tode! Where in the world have you been all this time?" she cried, holding the door open for him to enter, while the children gazed wonderingly at him.
He spoke in mock dignity. "I shall certainly remember your kindness," he said, bowing low. "And if ever I should be in need of your valuable assistance, I shall not hesitate to send for you." So Tode went out from the Hastings' mansion feeling sore-hearted, realizing thus early in his pilgrimage that there were hard places in the way. He walked down the street with a troubled, perplexed air.
"But not nice girls, Tode," said Nan, wistfully. "Well no, I don't 'spect they're nice girls. I don't know any girls 't amount to much," replied Tode, disdainfully. Nan flushed at his tone, as she answered, "But what can I do? Where can I go? Seems as if there ought to be some place where girls like me could stay."
Stick to that point, Tode Mall, you blockhead, you. If you're arguing a thing, why don't you argue, and not slip and slide all over creation." Ah, Tode, if only wiser heads than yours would remember that important item.
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