chair by the window overlooking the lawn.

"Has he ever done it before?" asked Florence sympathetically.

"Never with me; but he used to get away from John, when he was
younger. Now he has started, I am afraid he will repeat the
experiment, he has had such a good time to-day. It just makes me
want to whip him!" And Mrs. Adams glared out at the unconscious
Job who was quietly cropping a tuft of green grass.

It may be that the stolen fruit was not so sweet to his tongue as
Job had expected, or his conscience may at length have begun to
act once more. He slowly raised his head and gazed longingly up
and down the street, as if yearning to try a wider field for his
gymnastics. Then apparently his sense of duty carried the day for,
turning reluctantly, he plodded away to the open stable door, and
quietly marched into his accustomed place.

"Run, Polly, quick! Run and fasten the door!" her mother
exclaimed, as she hurried away to tie up the prodigal, to prevent
any fresh wanderings.

When the doctor came home to dinner and heard the story, he was
merciless in his teasing.

"One woman, six girls, and one boy, all to be outwitted by one
poor old horse twenty-nine years old! "he exclaimed.

"Now, that's not so!" interposed his wife.