42 ROBERT DAWSON.

bags full. The miller will take his toll,and you may
have yours. You can have yours ground there, and
bring home the meal for your folk or not, just as you
have a mind.” So said Mr. Giles, as he threw the
meal-bags into the bottom of the waggon.

“Flow much corn will be due to me, do you think,
Mr. Giles?”

“A peck, I suppose. Will you have it ground with
the rest, and then take it home, or will you take it out
in corn before you start for the mill?” _~
“T think 1 will take it all,” I answered, for I had not.
' had time to think just how I should dispose of my
corn, in order to turn it into ready money.

“That is right: bring home the meal to your mo-
ther ;” and with that I vanished through the hole in the
garden fence, and returned to my digging.

And now fancy me on the way to the mill, I was
fairly in business, and not losing my studies either 3 for
I should have said that the master had been called
home by a sudden death in his father’s family, and we

were enjoying a few days’ vacation.