fields.

"Good morning, Squire," said the boy, smiling, "may I go and see
Redbud, if you please?"

The Squire laughed.

"Redbud? What, at school, yonder?"

"Yes, sir."

The good-natured old gentleman looked at the boy's frank face, and
admired its honest, ingenuous expression.

"I don't see why you should'nt, Verty," he replied, "if you don't go
too often, and keep my little 'Bud from her lessons."

"Oh! no, sir."

"Go, go by all means--it will be of service to her to see home faces,
and you are something like home to her. Short as the distance is, I
can't leave my farm, and we can't have 'Bud with us every week, as I
should wish."

"I've just come from there," said Verty, "and Redbud is very well, and
seems to like the place. There is a man who comes there to see Miss
Sallianna, and Redbud most dies laughing at him--I mean, I suppose she
does. His name is Mr. Jinks."

"What! the great Jinks? the soldier, the fop, the coxcomb and