"I thank you, child." Then spurring his horse, he was out of sight
in a moment.

"He is a rude, blasphemous, wicked man," said Mr. Hunt as Edna
reentered the shop, and picked up the coin, which lay glistening
amid the cinders around the anvil.

"Why do you think him wicked?"

"No good man swears as he did, before you came; and didn't you
notice the vicious, wicked expression of his eyes?"

"No, sir, I did not see much of his face, he never looked at me but
once. I should not like to meet him again; I am afraid of him."

"Never fear, Pearl, he is a stranger here, and there's little chance
of your ever setting your eyes on his ugly, savage face again. Keep
the money, dear; I won't have it after all the airs he put on. If,
instead of shoeing his wild brute, I had knocked the fellow down for
his insolence in cursing me, it would have served him right.
Politeness is a cheap thing; and a poor man, if he behaves himself,
and does his work well, is as much entitled to it as the President."

"I will give the dollar to grandma, to buy a new coffee-pot; for she
said to-day the old one was burnt out, and she could not use it any
longer. But what is that yonder on the grass? That man left
something after all."

She picked up from the spot where he had thrown his shawl a handsome
morocco-bound pocket copy of Dante, and opening it to discover the