Matilda put up her hand and whispered to her in school-time. "You
come over to my house Saturday afternoon, and I'll get Uncle Jared to
take us," she whispered. And Comfort nodded soberly. Comfort tried to
learn her arithmetic lesson, but she could not remember the seven
multiplication table, and said in the class that five times seven
were fifty-seven, and went to the foot. She cried at that, and felt a
curious satisfaction in having something to cry for besides the loss
of the ring.

Comfort did not look any more for the ring that day nor the next. The
next day was Friday, and Matilda met her at school in the morning
with an air of triumph. She plunged her hand deep in her pocket, and
drew it out closed in a tight pink fist. "Guess what I've got in
here, Comfort Pease," said she. She unclosed her fingers a little at
a time, until a gold dollar was visible in the hollow of her palm.
"There, what did I tell you" she said. "And he says he'll take us to
Bolton if he don't have to go to Ware to see about buying a horse.
You come over to-morrow, right after dinner."

The next morning after breakfast Comfort asked her mother if she
might go over to Matilda's that afternoon.

"Do you feel fit to go?" her mother said, with a keen look at her.
Comfort was pale and sober and did not have much appetite. It had
struck her several times that her mother's and also her grandmother's
manner toward her was a little odd, but she did not try to understand
it.

"Yes, ma'am," said Comfort.