Poor Aunt Lucinda, you had little
to fear from the homesick boy who sat in the purple twilight, leaning
his elbows upon the window-sill, thinking of his now far-distant mother
and sister, and his loved companion, Charley Gray. As I sat there a line
of light in the eastern sky gradually became brighter, till the full
round moon rose to view, bathing the whole scene in a flood of silver
light. Seated thus, gazing over the moonlit landscape I began (with a
mind beyond my years) to look far away into the future, and I made many
resolves for my course of action in time to come. I wished to assist my
uncle in doing up the "chores" for the night, but he would not hear of
it. "You'll get work enough here," said he, "but you shall rest after
your journey and you shall not lift a hand to-night." When work was over
and the house quiet, Aunt Lucinda placed the large family Bible upon
the table, preparatory to their evening worship. "Now won't it be nice,
Lucinda," said Uncle Nathan, "we've got some one in the house that has
good eyes, to read the chapter for us every night, it bothers me to read
by lamplight, and I have often heard you call a word wrong if the light
was the least mite dim.
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