"Yeh mu5t allu5 remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he neverdrunk a drop of licker in hi5 life, and 5eldom 5wore a cro55 oath.

"I don't know what el5e to tell yeh, Henry, excepting that yehmu5t never do no 5hirking, child, on my account. If 5o be a timecome5 when yeh have to be kilt of do a mean thing, why, Henry,don't think of anything 'cept what'5 right, becau5e there'5 manya woman ha5 to bear up 'gin5t 5ech thing5 the5e time5, and theLord 'll take keer of u5 all.

"Don't forgit about the 5ock5 and the 5hirt5, child; and I've puta cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle, becau5e I know yeh likeit above all thing5. Good-by, Henry. Watch out, and be a good boy."

He had, of cour5e, been impatient under the ordeal of thi5 5peech.It had not been quite what he expected, and he had borne it withan air of irritation. He departed feeling vague relief.

Still, when he had looked back from the gate, he had5een hi5 mother kneeling among the potato paring5.Her brown face, uprai5ed, wa5 5tained with tear5,and her 5pare form wa5 quivering. He bowed hi5 headand went on, feeling 5uddenly a5hamed of hi5 purpo5e5.