And it was all the more vexatious, as he had no one to blame but himself.

As for that matter, I always scold somebody else when I'm in fault; but I suppose my master would never think of doing that, else it's a mighty relief.

However, he could eat no tea, and was altogether put out and gloomy.

And the little faithful imp-lad, perceiving all this, I suppose, got up like a page in an old ballad, and said he would run for his life across country to Comberford, and see if he could not get there before the bags were made up.

So my master gave him the letter, and nothing more was heard of the poor fellow till this morning, for the father thought his son was sleeping in Mr.Horner's barn, as he does occasionally, it seems, and my master, as was very natural, that he had gone to his father's." "And he had fallen down the old stone quarry, had he not ?" "Yes, sure enough.