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βDo you come from Wrenville?β asked John, interested. βWhy, I've got relations there. Perhaps you know my cousin, Ben Newcome.β
βIs Ben Newcome your cousin? O yes, I know him very well; he's a first-rate fellow.β
βHe isn't much like his father.β
βNot at all. If he wasββ
βYou wouldn't like him so well. Uncle talks a little too much out of the dictionary, and walks so straight that he bends backward. But I say, Paul, old Mudge deserves to be choked, and Mrs. Mudge should be obliged to swallow a gallon of her own soup. I don't know but that would be worse than choking. I wouldn't have stayed so long if I had been in your place.β
βI shouldn't,β said Paul, βif it hadn't been for Aunt Lucy.β
βWas she an aunt of yours?β
βNo, but we used to call her so, She's the best friend I've got, and I don't know but the only one,β said Paul, a little sadly.
βNo, she isn't,β said John, quickly; βI'll be your friend, Paul. Sometime, perhaps, I shall go to New York, myself, and then I will come and see you. Where do you expect to be?β
βI don't know anything about the city,β said Paul, βbut if you come, I shall be sure to see you somewhere. I wish you were going now.β
Neither Paul nor his companion had much idea of the extent of the great metropolis, or they would not have taken it so much as a matter of course that, being in the same place, they should meet each other.
Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a bell from a farmhouse within sight.
βThat's our breakfast-bell,β said John rising from the grass. βIt is meant for me. I suppose they wonder what keeps me so long. Won't you come and take breakfast with me, Paul?β
βI guess not,β said Paul, who would have been glad to do so had he followed the promptings of his appetite. βI'm afraid your folks would ask me questions, and then it would be found out that I am running away.β
βI didn't think of that,β returned John, after a pause. βYou haven't got any dinner with you?β he said a moment after.
βNo.β
βWell, I'll tell you what I'll do. Come with me as far as the fence, and lie down there till I've finished breakfast. Then I'll bring something out for you, and maybe I'll walk along a little way with you.β
βYou are very kind,β said Paul, gratefully.
βOh, nonsense,β said John, βthat's nothing. Besides, you know we are going to be friends.β
βJohn! breakfast's ready.β
βThere's Nelson calling me,β said John, hurriedly. βI must leave you; there's the fence; lie down there, and I'll be back in a jiffy.β
βJohn, I say, why don't you come?β
βI'm coming. You mustn't think everybody's got such a thundering great appetite as you, Nelson.β
βI guess you've got enough to keep you from pining away,β said Nelson, good-naturedly, βyou're twice as fat as I am.β
βThat's because I work harder,β said John, rather illogically.
The brothers went in to breakfast.
But a few minutes elapsed before John reappeared, bearing under his arm a parcel wrapped up in an old newspaper. He came up panting with the haste he had made.
βIt didn't take you long to eat breakfast,β said Paul.
βNo, I hurried through it; I thought you would get tired of waiting. And now I'll walk along with you a little ways. But wait here's something for you.β
So saying he unrolled the newspaper and displayed a loaf of bread, fresh and warm, which looked particularly inviting to Paul, whose scanty breakfast had by no means satisfied his appetite. Besides this, there was a loaf of molasses ginger-bread, with which all who were born in the country, or know anything of New England housekeeping, are familiar.
βThere,β said John, βI guess that'll be enough for your dinner.β
βBut how did you get it without having any questions asked?β inquired our hero.
βOh,β said John, βI asked mother for them, and when she asked what I wanted of them, I told her that I'd answer that question to-morrow. You see I wanted to give you a chance to get off out of the way, though mother wouldn't tell, even if she knew.β
βAll right,β said Paul, with satisfaction.
He could not help looking wistfully at the bread, which looked very inviting to one accustomed to poorhouse fare.
βIf you wouldn't mind,β he said hesitating, βI would like to eat a little of the bread now.β
βMind, of course not,β said John, breaking off a liberal slice. βWhy didn't I think of that before? Walking must have given you a famous appetite.β
John looked on with evident approbation, while Paul ate with great apparent appetite.
βThere,β said he with a sigh of gratification, as he swallowed the last morsel, βI haven't tasted anything so good for a long time.β
βIs it as good as Mrs. Mudge's soup?β asked John, mischievously.
βAlmost,β returned Paul, smiling.
We must now leave the boys to pursue their way, and return to the dwelling from which our hero had so unceremoniously taken his departure, and from which danger now threatened him.
IX. A CLOUD IN THE MUDGE HORIZON.
Mr. Mudge was accustomed to call Paul at five o'clock, to milk the cows and perform other chores. He himself did not rise till an hour later. During Paul's sickness, he was obliged to take his place,βa thing he did not relish overmuch. Now that our hero had recovered, he gladly prepared to indulge himself in an extra nap.
βPaul!β called Mr. Mudge from the bottom of the staircase leading up into the attic, βit's five o'clock; time you were downstairs.β
Mr. Mudge waited for an answer, but none came.
βPaul!β repeated Mr. Mudge in a louder tone, βit's time to get up; tumble out there.β
Again there was no answer.
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