"
"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.
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