They know I'm here." "Well, sit down and rest you both," she said, resuming her own place at the wheel.

"I'm glad to see you, Johnnie, so be your work is not neglected.

I must go on with mine." Thereupon Turkey, who had stood waiting his mother's will, deposited me upon her bed, and sat down beside me.
"And how's your papa, the good man ?" she said to me.
I told her he was quite well.
"All the better that you're restored from the grave, I don't doubt," she said.
I had never known before that I had been in any danger.
"It's been a sore time for him and you too," she added.

"You must be a good son to him, Ranald, for he was in a great way about you, they tell me." Turkey said nothing, and I was too much surprised to know what to say; for as often as my father had come into my room, he had always looked cheerful, and I had had no idea that he was uneasy about me.
After a little more talk, Turkey rose, and said we must be going.
"Well, Ranald," said his mother, "you must come and see me any time when you're tired at the school, and you can lie down and rest yourself a bit.

Be a good lad, Johnnie, and mind your work." "Yes, mother, I'll try," answered Turkey cheerfully, as he hoisted me once more upon his back.