parcel o nonsense all about a fool of a country as couldn t do nothing but make butter and yet she married a lord an was took to court with di an � such a o lies was printed in that there book as was enough to bring the judgment of the almighty on the as wrote it i went to my niece and i to her i � my you re a decent strong well favoured sort o taken just as god made ye and if you behave yourself you may likely marry an honest farmer lad in time � but if get such notions o lords and ladies as are in this silly book an go o your hair like crazy jane there s not a man in as won t despise ye an ye ll go to the bad my as sure as a die she was a decent an she knew i meant well by her so she just dropped the book down our old dry well in the back yard seventy feet deep and took to the cream she s married well now and lives over at very comfortably off she s got a good husband a poultry farm and three babies an she s no time for novel now thanks to the lord this narrative delivered with much gesture and scarcely any pauses left miss well nigh out of breath and as she and her visitors were now in the one best parlour of the cottage she ceased talking and about to get them their breakfast leaned out of the open window where the sight o hung in fragrant and the delicious perfume with a deep breath of delight it s a place this � he said half to himself and half to � but it s not so as scotland had sat down in the window nook with rather a weary air the volume still clasped in his hands are you going to scotland soon he asked yes i shall go straight home there for a few days and see my mother here the young man turned and surveyed his small pupil with involuntary tenderness i wish i could take you with me he added softly � my mother would love you i know was mute he was thinking to himself how strange it would seem to be loved by mr s mother as he was not loved by his own at that moment cleverly brought in the breakfast in her usual smart bustling way � excellent tea new milk eggs honey cream jam home made bread and smoking hot were all set forth in tempting profusion and to crown the feast an antique china basket filled with the apples and was placed in the centre of the table william b a and his little friend sat down to their good cheer each with very different feelings � with a hearty and appetite � the boy with only a faint sense of hunger which was over by mental fatigue and consequent physical indifference however he tried to eat well to please the kindly companion from whom he was so soon to be parted � and it was not till he had quite finished that pushing aside his cup and plate addressed the following remarks to his late pupil � look here he said i don t want you to forget me if ever you should take it into your head to run away � here a deep blush s face for was he not going to run away that very day � or � or anything of that sort just write and tell me all about it first a letter will always find me at my mother s house the nest i don t of course wish to persuade you to run away � he looked as if he did though because that would be a very desperate thing to do � still if you feel you can t hold up under your lessons or that professor is too much for you why rather than break down altogether you d better show a clean pair of heels i expect fm giving you advice which a good many people would think very wrong on my part � all the same boys do run away at times � it has been done here his merry blue eyes and if you have any more of that you complained of the other day � or if you go off in a dead faint as you did last week � you really mustn t these sensations any longer � you must tell your father and let him take you to see a doctor listened with an air of rather wearied patience what s the good of it he sighed � i m not ill you know besides i ve had the doctor before and he said there was nothing the matter with me doctors don t seem to be very clever � my mother was ill two years ago and they couldn t cure her when they gave her up and left her alone she got well things always appear to go that way � the more you do the worse you get was quite accustomed to such a hopeless tone of reasoning from the boy � yet somehow on this bright summer morning when he in the full enjoyment of health and liberty was going home to those who loved him the absolute loneliness of this child s life and his pathetic resignation to it smote him with a sense of pain than usual and as for running away � continued flushing as he spoke � i might do that perhaps for a few hours but if i tried to run away for good and go for a sailor which is what i should like i should only be brought back � you know i should and if i wrote to you about it i should get 