A thrush in the woods began to sing a hymn, and they listened. After that a silence, save for the notes of answering birds quickened by the song, the minister's horse nibbling at the bushes. Cynthia herself could not have explained why she lingered. Suddenly he shot a question at her. "Where be you goin'?" "To Brampton, to get Miss Lucretia to change this book," and she held it up from her lap. It was a very large book. "Wh-what's it about," he demanded. "Napoleon Bonaparte." "Who was be?" "He was a very strong man. He began life poor and unknown, and fought his way upward until he conquered the world." "C-conquered the world, did you say? Conquered the world?" "Yes." Jethro pondered. "Guess there's somethin' wrong about that book--somethin' wrong. Conquer the United States?" Cynthia smiled. She herself did not realize that we were not a part of the world, then. "He conquered Europe; where all the kings and queens are, and became a king himself--an emperor." "I want to-know!" said Jethro. "You said he was a poor boy?" "Why don't you read the book, Jethro?" Cynthia answered. "I am sure I can get Miss Lucretia to let you have it." "Don't know as I'd understand it," he demurred. "I'll try to explain what you don't understand," said Cynthia, and her heart gave a bound at the very idea. "Will You?" he said, looking at her eagerly. "Will you? You mean it?" "Certainly," she answered, and blushed, not knowing why. "I-I must be going," and she gathered up the reins. "When will you give it to me?" "I'll stop at the tannery when I come back from Brampton," she said, and drove on. Once she gave a fleeting glance over her shoulder, and he was still standing where she had left him. When she returned, in the yellow afternoon light that flowed over wood and pasture, he came out of the tannery door. Jake Wheeler or Speedy Bates, the journeyman tailoress, from whom little escaped, could not have said it was by design--thought nothing, indeed, of that part of it. "As I live!" cried Speedy from the window to Aunt Lucy Prescott in the bed, "if Cynthy ain't givin' him a book as big as the Bible!" Aunt Lucy hoped, first, that it was the Bible, and second, that Jethro would read it. Aunt Lucy, and Established Church Coniston in general, believed in snatching brands from the burning, and who so deft as Cynthia at this kind of snatching! So Cynthia herself was a hypocrite for once, and did not know it. At that time Jethro's sins were mostly of omission. As far as rum was concerned, he was a creature after Aunt Lucy's own heart, for he never touched it: true, gaunt Deacon Ira Perkins, tithing-man, had once chided him for breaking the Sabbath--shooting at a fox.