describe. It was a man’s heart in a boy’s breast. There was not room for it under the jacket. It swelled with inexpressible emotions, as ground-swells sometimes lift the ocean higher than usual. “One hundred cents, all in one day!” The more he thought of it on his way home, the prouder grew the occasion. “Seventy- five days like that would yield him as much as Thomas brought from Michigan!” The thought was too great for belief. That would not be half so long as Thomas was gone, and away from home, too. And so he thought and pondered, and pondered and thought, on his way home, his boyhood putting on manhood in more than one respect. He was “Great Heart,” bare-footed and in jean trousers.

Whether James intended to ape Thomas or not, we cannot say; but, on reaching home, he unloaded the coppers into his mother’s lap, saying:

“Yours, mother.”

“All that, James?”

“One hundred cents,” was James’s reply.

“What! earned a dollar to-day?”

“Yes; I planed a hundred boards.”

By this time Mrs. Garfield became as dumb as she was over the seventy-five dollars that Thomas brought her. There was some trouble in her throat, and the power of speech left her. She could not tell what she thought, nor how she felt. If her eldest son had made her cry with kindness, the youngest one was doing the best he could to imitate his example. The little son could be handled as the big one could not be, and so the dear, good mother folded him to her breast as the only way to tell her love when the tongue was voiceless.