Harry assured Julia he had enough, and tried to persuade her not to bring him any more food; but Julia was resolute, and he was obliged to promise. Having finished his dinner, she gathered up the remnants of the feast and put them in the cabin for his supper. She was afraid to remain any longer, lest she might be missed at home and Harry gallantly escorted her beyond the brook on her return home. He busied himself during the greater part of the afternoon in gathering dry grass and dead leaves for the improvement of his bed in the cabin. About an hour before sundown, he was surprised to receive another visit from Julia Bryant. She had her little basket in one hand, and in the other she carried a little package. "I didn't expect to see you again," said Harry, as she approached. "I don't know as you will like what I have done," she began timidly; "but I did it for the best." "I shall like anything you have done," answered Harry promptly, "even if you should send me back to Redfield." "I wouldn't do such a mean thing as that; but I have told somebody that you are here." "Have you?" asked Harry, not a little alarmed. "You will forgive me if I have done wrong--won't you?" Harry looked at her. He mistook her anxious appearance for sorrow at what she had done. He could not give her pain; so he told her that, whatever she had done, she was forgiven. "But whom have you told?" "John Lane." "Who is he?" "Mrs. Lane's oldest son. He drives the baggage wagon that goes to Boston every week. He promised not to lisp a word to a single soul, and he would be your friend for my sake." "Why did you tell him?" "Well, you see, I was afraid you would never get to Boston; and I thought what a nice thing it would be if you could only ride all the way there with John Lane. John likes me because I carry things to his mother, and I am sure he won't tell." "How good you are, Julia!" exclaimed Harry. "I may forget everybody else in the world; but I shall never forget you." A tear moistened his eye, as he uttered his enthusiastic declaration. "The worst of it is, John starts at two o'clock--right in the middle of the night." "So much the better," replied Harry, wiping away the tear. "You will take the wagon on the turnpike, where the cart path comes out. But you won't wake up." "Yes, I shall." "I am sorry to have you go; for I like you, Harry. You will be a very good boy, when you get to Boston; for they say the city is a wicked place." "I will try." "There are a great many temptations there, people say." "I shall try to be as good as you are," replied Harry, who could imagine nothing better. "If I fail once, I shall try again." "Here, Harry, I have brought you a good book--the best of all books. I have written your name and mine in it; and I hope you will keep it and read it as long as you live. It is the Bible." Harry took the package, and thanked her for it. "I never read the Bible much; but I shall read this for your sake."