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opening at the bottom of the garden, I soon found
myself with Mr. Giles in his wood-yard.

“There is Robert Dawson—send him,” cried Mrs.
Giles, espying me as I issued forth from behind the
wood-pile. She could not have made a more grateful
suggestion to my ear.

“ Robert,” said Mr. Giles, turning round, “can you
go to the mill for me this morning ?”

“Yes, sir; as soon as I have finished my stint of
digging. potatoes,” answered I, with cheerful alactity,
“T should liké to go.”

“You can take the horse and waggon, and I’ll put
in the com——”

“A good grist of it, too, Mr. Giles: so it will last;
and then I shan’t be plagued again very soon,” added
Mrs. Giles, setting down her pail on the door-step.

“ How long before you will get done your iob?”
said my employer. |

“Tn about three-quarters of an hour.”

“T’ll have the horses harnessed, and be here ready

for you; and I will put in six bushels of corn—three