with a glance at his
coat.

The Major bowed.

"And many Democrats, sir; but the Whig party, if I may say so, is the
broadcloth party--the cloth stamps it; and besides this, sir, I think its
'parts are solid and will wear well.'"

Now when the Major began to quote Mr. Addison, even the rector was silent,
save for an occasional prompting, as, "I was reading the _Spectator_ until
eleven last night, sir," or "I have been trying to recall the lines in _The
Campaign_ before. 'Twas then great Marlborough's mighty soul was proved."

This was the best of the day to Dan, and, as he turned on his footstool, he
did not even glare at Champe, who, from the window seat, was regarding him
with the triumphant eye with which the young behold the downfall of a
brother. For a moment he had forgotten the whipping, but Champe had not; he
was thinking of it in the window seat.

But the Major was standing on the hearth-rug, and the boy's gaze went to
him. Tossing back his long white hair, and fixing his eagle glance on his
friends, the old gentleman, with a free sweep of his arm, thundered his
favourite lines:--

"So, when an angel by divine command
With rising tempests shakes a guilty land
(Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed),
Calm and serene he drives the furious blast;
And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm."

He had got so far when the door opened and the Governor entered--a little
hurriedly, for he was thinking of his supper.

"I am the bearer of an apology, my dear Major," he said, when he had
heartily shaken hands all round. "It seems that Betty--I assure you she is
in great distress--set fire to your woodpile this afternoon, and that your
grandson was punished for her mischief. My dear boy," he laid his hand on
Dan's shoulder and looked into his face with the winning smile which had
made him the most popular man in his State, "my dear boy, you are young to
be such a gentleman."

A hot flush overspread Dan's face; he forgot the smart and the wounded
pride--he forgot even Champe staring from the window seat. The Governor's
voice was like salve to his hurt; the upright little man with the warm
brown eyes seemed to lift him at once to the plane of his own chivalry.

"Oh, I couldn't tell on a girl, sir," he answered, and then his smothered
injury burst forth; "but she ought to be ashamed of herself," he added
bluntly.

"She is," said the Governor with a