'My! you may do as you like about that. I ain't in such a hurry to be forgiven. But what I mean is, you ain't to tell your father nor nobody where you found me.' 'I must tell papa if he _asks_ me,' said Willie. 'Then you shan't have the 'mometer; I'll pitch it into the pond.' 'That would be wicked,' said undaunted Willie, 'for it does not belong to you.' 'Can't help that; here goes,' and he held it over the edge of the pond. 'It'll be in in another minute if you don't say you'll not tell your father.' 'I shan't tell him if he doesn't say I am to; but if he does, I must.' 'Why must you?' 'Because I must obey him, even when I'd rather not; it's right.' 'That beats all,' said Bob in unbounded surprise; but he didn't throw the thermometer into the pond. It was some time, however, before Willie could persuade him to give it up, though at length he did, and received the shilling, observing, 'I could ha' took this from you if I'd liked, and kep' the 'mometer too; but I ain't a thief, let folks say what they please.' 'No, I know you're not,' said Willie. 'Oh, Bob, if you would only----' 'What?' said Bob; 'you hadn't no call to stop just then. I thought you was a-going to make a fine speech.' 'No, I mustn't.' 'Mustn't what?' 'Mustn't lecture; mamma won't ever let me. There are other people to teach you.' 'They did teach me a lot,--parson did, and schoolmaster did; but I got tired of it, and now I'm too big to go to school. But I'm thinking of looking out for a bit of work.' 'Oh do, do, _please_; we should be so glad.' 'If you ain't the funniest little gentleman!' said Bob with increasing astonishment. 'But I kind o' like you too, I ha' been thinkin' o' taking a turn for the better, as they say, lately; but bless you, not even my mother would believe I was in earnest, so who is there to care if I do?' 'Seven Campbells,' said Willie; and then, fearing this was not quite the truth, he added, 'No, Georgie is too young to care, but all the rest of us would be glad, Bob;' and when he had said this he ran home. His arrival with the thermometer caused great delight to all his brothers, and Dr. Campbell called Lackland down to hear the good news, saying kindly, 'You have had opportunity for a little thought, Johnnie, my man, and I hope will be more careful not to act contrary to my known wishes another time; so now come and help us to rejoice over the recovery of poor Mrs. Western's thermometer.' Johnnie came, nothing loth, pausing, however, to ask, 'May I speak to mamma first? She heard me come up-stairs.' Permission was given, and after a preliminary tap the bonnie face peeped into the sickroom. 'All right, dear little mother: I _was_ rather in a scrape just now, but papa has forgiven me, and I'm going down-stairs again. Good-night, dear mamma.' The white curtains of the bed were drawn aside for one minute, and the sweet motherly eyes looked out at him.