he saw Winthrop quit the stoop. "_He'll_ never run a plough up
the side of a house. But what kind of a man are you going to
make of Will? -- a great man?"

"Ah, I don't know!" said Mr. Landholm with a sigh. "That must
be as Providence directs."

"Hum -- I should say that Providence directs you to keep 'em
both to hum," said Mr. Underhill; -- "but that's not my affair.
Well, I'm going. -- I hear you are goin' to be in Vantassel
this winter?"

"Yes -- I'm going to make laws for you," Mr. Landholm answered
laughing.

"Well --" said Mr. Underhill taking his hat, -- "I wish they'd
put you up for President -- I'd vote for you!"

"Thank you. Why?"

"'Cause I should expect you'd give me somethin' nother and
make a great man of _me!_"

With a laugh at his own wit, Mr. Underhill departed.


CHAPTER III.


But who shall so forecast the years,