88 PASTORAL DAYS. 



" Yes, sir," replied the injured voice of Dick Shin. " But, Mr. Snug, 

 can't I put off that penance until Monday ?" 



" No, sir," replied Mr. Snug, with a beaming smile and a bow of 

 the head. " This is a lovely morning for contrite meditation. Go — 

 instantly? 



Two hours later saw a demonstrative individual threatening to chop 

 down the whole side of a bridge, while ten miles to the northward the 

 placid surface of Waramaug rippled to the oars, and the lofty mountain- 

 sides echoed with the shouts of a merry holiday. 



But all things must have an end. The school-days ended, and so did 

 this memorable vacation. A letter breaks the charm : insatiate pub- 

 lisher ! Once more through the winding paths of the Housatonic, and 

 I leave the loveliness of Hometown for the metropolis of brick and stone, 

 there to resume the old routine. 



