"Good-bye, my dears! I shall be back early
on Monday morning; so take care of yourselves,
and be sure you all go and hear Mr. Emerboy
preach to-morrow. My regards to your mother.
John. Come, Solon!"
But Solon merely cocked one ear, and remained
a fixed fact; for long experience had induced the
philosophic beast to take for his motto the Yankee
maxim, "Be sure you're right, then go ahead!
He knew things were not right; therefore he did
not go ahead.
"Oh, by the way, girls, don't forget to pay
Tommy Mullein for bringing up the cow: he
expects it to-night. And Di, don't sit up till
daylight, nor let Laura stay out in the dew. Now, I
believe I'm off. Come, Solon!"
But Solon only cocked the other ear, gently
agitated his mortified tail, as premonitory
symptoms of departure, and never stirred a hoof,
being well aware that it always took three "comes"
to make a "go."
"Bless me! I've forgotten my spectacles.
They are probablv shut up in that volume of
Herbert on my table.
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