70 THE BUTTERFLY HUNTERS. 



CHAPTER XI. 



AN EVENING WITH ANNIE WEBB. 



HE evening before Maggie's return to the city 

 she went with Rose, Hal, and Tom to bid 

 Annie good by. 



"Maggie," said Tom, as they walked down 



>^^Sw the hill, "don't you tell father how stout and 



brown I have grown, for I 'm afraid he will 



think I am well enough to go back to the old, dry school 



again." 



On hearing this speech, Hal gave a loud laugh. 

 "What are you laughing at. Sir.'*" said Tom. 

 " O, I was only remembering the doleful face you 

 brought out under the Elm the first morning after you 

 came here. You thought the country was horrible, and 

 now you find the old, dry schools are in the city." 



"Don't you dare to laugh at me," said Tom. "I have 

 been ashamed of that morning ever since. But we do 

 have some nice things in the city, and next Winter you 

 must come and see for yourself. You have nothing here 

 then." 



"Nothing.? O Tom! You ought to see Johnny and me 

 sliding down the side of the Mountain some day when the 

 crust is firm." 



