Part 38 (1/2)
In general Miss Priscilla did not approve Sophia's suggestions, but this struck her more favorably.
”I don't know but we might,” she said, slowly. ”He is a boy to be trusted.”
”Just so.”
”And I think he is a smart boy.”
”Just so.”
”He can take care of himself. You remember how he saved Colonel Preston from the robber?”
”Just so.”
”Then, on the other hand, he has never been to Boston.”
”He could ask.”
”I don't suppose there would be any particular difficulty. I could give him all the necessary directions.”
”Just so.”
”I'll propose it to him.”
So, after supper, as Andy was going out into the woodshed for an armful of wood, Miss Priscilla stopped him.
”Were you ever in Boston, Andy?” asked she.
”No, ma'am.”
”I wish you had been.”
”Why, ma'am?”
”Because I should like to send you there on some business.”
”I'll go, ma'am,” said Andy, eagerly.
Like most boys of his age, no proposition could have been more agreeable.
”Do you think you could find your way there, and around the city?”
”No fear of that, ma'am,” said Andy, confidently.
”We generally go ourselves, as you know, but my sister is sick, and I don't like to leave her.”
”Of course not, ma'am,” said Andy, quite approving any plan that opened the way for a journey to him.
”We own bank stock, and on the first of April they pay us dividends.
Now, if we send you, do you think you can get to the bank, get the money, and bring it back safe?”