GOLD RING. 17 the nill, to be farmer Johnson's gray mare I and yellow wagon. The kind-hearted fanner was out in an instant, and, without saying a word, was putting the children into it, one after another. A word from farmer Johnson was enough for any constable in the village. It was all the work of a moment. Ue shook my husband by the hand; and when he began, “Neighbor Johnson, you are the same kind friend”—“ Get in” said he; “ let’s have no words about it. I must be home in a trice, for,” turning to me, “ your old school-mate, Susan, my wife, will sit a crying at the window, till she sees you all safe home again.” Saying this, he whipped up the gray mare, w’ho, regardless of the additional load, went up the hill faster than she came down, as though she entered into the spirit of the whole transaction. It was not long before we reached the door of our cottage. Farmer Johnson took out the children ; and, while 1 was trying to Gnd words to thank him for all his kindness, he was up in his wagon and off, before 1 A 2
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