The sun went down red behind us, throwing a last glint on the upland field, where, from top to bottom, the young men and women were running in a long "Thread-the-needle." Their voices and laughter came fairly down to us.
"I think they have had a happy day, John.

They will work all the better to-morrow." "I am quite sure of it." "So am I," said Guy, who had been acting the young master all day, condescendingly stating his will and giving his opinion on every subject, greatly petted and looked up to by all, to the no small amusement of us elders.
"Why, my son ?" asked the father, smiling.
But here Master Guy was posed, and everybody laughed at him.

He coloured up with childish anger, and crept nearer his mother.

She made a place for him at her side, looking appealingly at John.
"Guy has got out of his depth--we must help him into safe waters again," said the father.

"Look here, my son, this is the reason--and it is well not to be 'quite sure' of a thing unless one knows the reason.