"I do
repent of it! I never in the world would do such a thing again!"
"Then what you have done was not the unpardonable sin at all!" the old
Squire exclaimed confidently.
"Do you think so?" Rufus cried imploringly.
"I know so!" the old Squire declared authoritatively. "Now let's feed
those cows and your horse. Then we will go out and take a look at the
fields where you are going to put in a crop this spring."
When the old Squire and grandmother Ruth came away the shadows at the
Sylvester farm had visibly lifted, and life was resuming its normal
course there. They had proceeded only a short distance on their homeward
way, however, when they heard footsteps behind, and saw Rufus hastening
after them bareheaded.
"Tell me, Squire, what d'ye think I ought to do about that--what I done
once?" he cried.
"Well, Rufus," the old Squire replied, "that is a matter you must settle
with your own conscience. Since you ask me, I should say that, if the
wrong you did can be righted in any way, you had better try to right
it."
"I will. I can. That's what I will do!" he exclaimed.
"I feel sure you will," the old Squire said; and Rufus went back,
looking much relieved.
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