uty at the light house. His wife took care of Tony.
In the other part of the house lived Billy and the "governor" with Jotham
and Ann Grimes. Billy was the child of Jotham and Ann. The "governor's"
parents lived in Dakota, but kept him at the East for the sake of an
education in its better schools. It was after dark when Mr. Walton chanced
to reach the long, low-roofed house, and "rap-rap" went his vigorous
knuckles against green door number one.

"Who's there?" sang out a boyish voice within.

"Tush, tush, Tony! Wait till I come," said Simes from his little bedroom
at one side of the kitchen. He was off duty, Jotham Grimes having gone to
the light-house. "It may be some sailor who wants me," added Simes. Mr.
Walton, having heard a boy's voice, concluded its owner must still be at
the door, and he announced his errand.

"It's rather late to call, but I wanted to know if you wouldn't like to
come into our Sunday-school?"

"No, your old Sunday-school may go to the bottom of the sea," was the
gruff reply of the disappointed Simes, who did not know his caller.

Mr. Walton felt that it might be prudent at that hour to withdraw, but he
did not relinquish his intention to secure Tony; and Tony finally came to
school.

The boy exceedingly interested the minister. "Where have I seen that
face?" asked Mr. Walton, and with bowed head he sat in his study brooding
over the problem, looking intently down as if trying to make out a pearl
at the bottom of the sea.

CHAPTER IV.

THE PAMMERRAMMER.

"Auntie, what do you think a couple of standing up collars would cost?"

"A standing up collar, Charles Pitt! What do you want that for?"

"Why, we have a pammerrammer to-morrow, and I am the one to 'splain it;
that is, me or the governor."

"He is gettin' to be a man!" thought Aunt Stanshy in sorrow. "A
pammerrammer!" she inquired. "I most get into that. Do you have
spectators?"

"O, yes. It is only a cent a ticket, and that will get you a reserved
seat."

"Then I must take a reserved seat."

Aunt Stanshy told the boys she would come whenever they notified her that
the pammerrammer was ready. A lively shout of announcement soon came from
half a dozen heralds up in the barn window, and Aunt Stanshy dropped her
sewing.

"All ready, aunty! Come now," shouted Charlie.

Aunt Stanshy quickened her steps into a run.

"There goes Stanshy," said Simes Badger, watching her from Silas
Trefethen's grocery. "Runnin' t' a fi