"Agreed; but first let us have the blueberries and biscuit," said he, heartily, as they entered the door. "Hello, Mrs. Vaughn, I came over to help you eat supper. I have it all planned. Paul is to set the table, I'm to peel the potatoes and fry the pork, Polly is to make the biscuit and gravy and put the kettle on. You are to sit by and look pleasant." "I insist on making the tea," said Mrs. Vaughn, with amusement. "Shall we let her make the tea?" he asked, looking thoughtfully at Polly. "Perhaps we'd better," said she, laughing. "All right; we'll let her make the tea--we don't have to drink it." "You," said the widow, "are like Governor Wright, who said to Mrs. Perkins, 'Madam, I will praise your tea, but hang me if I'll drink it.'" "I'm going to teach the primer class in the morning," said Polly, as she filled the tea-kettle. "Look out, young man," said Mrs. Vaughn, turning to the teacher. "In a short time she'll be thinking she can teach you." "I get my first lesson to-night," said the young man. "She's to teach me dancing." "And you've no fear for your soul?" "I've more fear for my body," said he, glancing down upon his long figure. "I've never lifted my feet save for the purpose of transportation. I'd like to learn how to dance because Deacon Tower thinks it wicked and I've learned that happiness and sin mean the same thing in his vocabulary." "I fear you're a downward and backsliding youth," said the widow. "You know what Ezra Tower said of Ebenezer Fisher, that he was 'one o' them mush-heads that didn't believe in hell'? Are you one o' that kind?" Proclaimers of liberal thought were at work there in the north. "Since I met Deacon Tower I'm sure it's useful and necessary. He's got to have some place for his enemies. If it were not for hell, the deacon would be miserable here and, maybe, happy hereafter." "It's a great hope and comfort to him," said the widow, smiling. "Well, God save us all!" said Trove, who had now a liking for both the phrase and philosophy of Darrel. They had taken chairs at the table. "Tom," said he, "we'll pause a moment, while you give us the fourth rule of syntax." "Correct," said he, heartily, as the last word was spoken. "Now let us be happy." "Paul," said the teacher, as he finished eating, "what is the greatest of all laws?" "Thou shalt not lie," said the boy, promptly. "Correct," said Trove; "and in the full knowledge of the law, I declare that no better blueberries and biscuit ever passed my lips." Supper over, Polly disappeared, and young Mr. Trove helped with the dishes. Soon Polly came back, glowing in her best gown and slippers. "Why, of all things! What a foolish child!" said her mother. For answer Polly waltzed up and down the room, singing gayly. She stopped before the glass and began to fuss with her ribbons. The teacher went to her side. "May I have the honour, Miss Vaughn," Said he, bowing politely. "Is that the way to do?"