and bad habits besides.

Therefore, as she ladled out potatoes, two to a plate, she seemed, to
look at her, busier than ever; and far from being grateful, might have
been used to favors every day of her life, whereas all the while she
was saying ecstatically to herself, "Lord, make me humble."

For she saw in Mr. Jeminy all she had fancied as a girl, and lost hope
in as a woman. Life . . . life was, then, to be had--leastways, a view
of it, a good view of it--was to be heard of, by special act of Grace,
on Bade's Farm, at Adams' Forge--of all places. So she dressed in her
neatest, and was kinder than ever to Aaron, who was missing it. For
she felt it was all just for her; she alone saw Mr. Jeminy for what he
was, a grand, unusual peephole on the world. It was her own private
peep, she thought. But she was wrong. Aaron was peeping as hard as
she, and pitying her, as she was pitying him, for all he thought she
was missing.

As for Mr. Jeminy, he let them think what they pleased. At first he
was silent, out of shame. But later he enjoyed it as much as they did.
"In Ceylon," he would say, "the tea fields . . ."

One day, a week after his arrival, Mr. Jeminy took the plow horse,
Elijah, to the village to be shod. There the fragrance of wood fires
mingled with a sweeter smell from barns and kitchens. As it was the
hour when school let out, the yard in front of the schoolhouse was
filled with children on their way home; laughing and calling each
other, their voices rose in minor glees along the road, like the
squabble of birds. And Mr. Jeminy, in front of the smithy, watched
them go by, while his thoughts as follows:

"There," he said to himself, "its arms of texts, goes the new world.
Within those careless heads and happy hearts we must look for courage,
for wisdom and for sacrifice. Yet I believe they have the same
thoughts as anybody else. That is to say, they suppose it is God's
business to look after them. Yes, they are like their parents: they
are carried away by what they are doing, which they do not believe
could be done otherwise. One can see with what coldness, or even
blows, they receive the advances of other little children, who wish to
play with them. Well, as for those others, they go off at once, and
play by themselves. One of them, whose hat has been taken by the rest,
is digging in the earth with a bent twig, sharpened at one end.
Possibly he is digging for a treasure, which will be of n