erges as he nervously moistened them. His small eyes
had brightened with an excited look, but he spoke very slowly, and to
Laurelia it seemed guardedly.

"I tuk ter my book arterward, Brother Sudley. I applied myself ter
larnin' vigorous. Bein' ez I seen the Lord's hand war liberal with
the gifts o' this worl', I wanted ter stir myself ter desarve the good
things."

Sudley brought down the fore-legs of his chair to the floor with a
thump. Despite his anxiety a slow light of ridicule began to kindle on
his face; his curling lip showed his strong white teeth.

"Waal, by gum! ye mus' hev been a sight ter be seen! Ye, forty or fifty
years old, a-settin' on the same seat with the chil'n at the deestric'
school, an' a-competin' with the leetle tadpoles fur 'Baker an' Shady'
an sech!"

He was about to break forth with a guffaw of great relish when Nehemiah
spoke hastily, forestalling the laughter.

"Naw; Abner Sage war thar fur a good while las' winter a-visitin' his
sister, an' he kem an' gin me lessons an' set me copies thar at my
house, an' I larnt a heap."

Leander lifted his head suddenly. The amount of progress possible to
this desultory and limited application he understood only too well. He
had not learned so much himself to be unaware how much in time and labor
learning costs. The others perceived no incongruity. Sudley's face was
florid with pride and pleasure, and his wife's reflected the glow.

"Ab Sage at the cross-roads! Then he mus' hev tole ye 'bout Lee-yander
hyar, an' his larnin'. Ab tole, I know."

Nehemiah drew his breath in quickly. His twinkling eyes sent out the
keenest glance of suspicion, but the gay, affectionate, vaunting laugh,
as Tyler Sudley turned around and clapped the boy a ringing blow on his
slender shoulder, expressed only the plenitude of his simple vainglory.

"Lee-yander hyar _knows it all!_" he boasted. "Old Ab himself don't know
no mo'! I'll be bound old Ab went a-braggin'--hey, Lee-yander?"

But the boy shrank away a trifle, and his smile was mechanical as he
silently eyed his relative.

"Ab 'lowed he war tur'ble disobejient," said Nehemiah, after a pause,
and cautiously allowing himself to follow in the talk, "an' gi'n over ter
playin' the fiddle." He hesitated for a moment, longing to stigmatize
its ungodliness; but the recollection of Tyler Sudley's uncertain temper
decided him, and he left it unmolested. "But Ab 'lowed ye war middlin'
quick at figgers, Lee-yander--midd