was a man now and could hold up the honour of the family, says he, and
moreover, says Dad, 'I'll neither eat nor come out till you come to your
senses and beg pardon for mistaking a joke for an insult!'"

Jerry-Jo paused to laugh. Then:

"So here am I with the boatload--there's a box of seeds for your
father--and then I'm off to the Hill Place, for them as stays there has
come, and there are boxes and packages for them as usual."

Jerry-Jo proceeded to extract Mr. Glenn's box from the boat, and
Priscilla, her clear skin flushed with excitement, drew near to examine
the cargo.

"More books!" she gasped. "Oh, Jerry-Jo, do you remember the first book?"

"Do I?" Jerry-Jo had shouldered the box of seeds and now bent upon the
girl a glad, softened look.

"Do I? You was a wild thing then, Priscilla. And I told him about the
slob of a tear and he laughed in his big, queer way, and he said, I
remember well, that by that token the book was more yours than his, and
he wanted me to carry it back, but I knew what was good for you, and I
would not! See here, Priscilla, would you like to have a peek at this?"
And then Jerry-Jo put his burden down, and, returning to the boat, drew
from under the seat a book in a clean separate wrapper and held it out
toward her.

"Oh!" The hands were as eager as of old.