Wood he sets me to watch the
geese, and they runs in among the buckwheat and the potatoes, and I
tries to drive them out, and they doesn't want to come, and,"
shamefacedly, "I has to switch their feet, and I hates to do it, 'cause
I'm a Band of Mercy boy."
"Tommy, my son," said Mr. Maxwell, solemnly, "you will go right to
heaven when you die, and your geese will go with you."
"Hush, hush," said Miss Laura; "don't tease him," and putting her arm on
the child's shoulder, she said, "You are a good boy, Tommy, not to want
to hurt the geese. Let me see your switch, dear."
He showed her a little stick he had in his hand, and she said, "I don't
think you could hurt them much with that, and if they will be naughty
and steal the potatoes, you have to drive them out. Take some of my
pears and eat them, and you will forget your trouble." The child took
the fruit, and Miss Laura and the two young men went on their way,
smiling, and looking over their shoulders at Tommy, who stood in the
lane, devouring his pears and keeping one eye on the geese that had
gathered a little in front of him, and were gabbling noisily and having
a kind of indignation meeting, because they had been driven out of the
potato field.
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