"Yer's a dime, Johnny, to git some candy," said Seth, endeavoring to
distort his passion-set face into a smile.
Johnny Filgee's small, berry-stained palm promptly closed over the coin.
"Now, don't lie. Where's Cressy?"
"Kithin' her bo."
"Good boy. What bo?"
Johnny hesitated. He had once seen the school-master and Cressy
together; he had heard it whispered by the other children that they
loved each other. But looking at Seth and Mrs. McKinstry he felt that
something more tremendous than this stupid fact was required of him for
grown-up people, and being honest and imaginative, he determined that it
should be worth the money.
"Speak up, Johnny, don't be afeard to tell."
Johnny was not "afeard"--he was only thinking. He had it! He remembered
that he had just seen his paragon, the brilliant Stacey, coming from
the boundary woods. What more poetical and startlingly effective than to
connect him with Cressy? He replied promptly:--
"Mithter Thtathy. He gived her a watch and ring of truly gold. Goin' to
be married at Thacramento.
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