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f Nero!” thought Walden, as his eyes wandered from the thrush on the almond tree, back to the volume in his hand,–“With all our teaching and preaching, we can hardly do better. I wonder—”

Here his mind became altogether distracted from classic lore, by the appearance of a very unclassic boy, clad in a suit of brown corduroys and wearing hob-nailed boots a couple of sizes too large for him, who, coming suddenly out from a box-tree alley behind the gabled corner of the rectory, shuffled to the extreme verge of the lawn and stopped there, pulling his cap off, and treading on his own toes from left to right, and from right to left in a state of sheepish hesitancy.

“Come along,–come along! Don’t stand there, Bob Keeley!” And Walden rose, placing Epictetus on the seat he vacated–“What is it?”

Bob Keeley set his hob-nailed feet on the velvety lawn with gingerly precaution, and advancing cap in hand, produced a letter, slightly grimed by his thumb and finger.

“From Sir Morton, please