6.  Now Hugh was a boy of very frank disposition, and had never been known to tell a lie in all his life.  Nor did he tell one now, but confessed that he had run away from school on account of his great dislike to Mr. Toil.  “Oh, very well, my little friend!” answered the stranger; “then we will go together; for I likewise have had a good deal to do with Mr. Toil, and should be glad to find some place where he was never heard of.”  So they walked on very sociably side by side.

7.  By and by their road led them past a field, where some haymakers were at work.  Hugh could not help thinking how much pleasanter it must be to make hay in the sunshine, under the blue sky, than to learn lessons all day long, shut up in a dismal schoolroom, continually watched by Mr. Toil.

8.  But in the midst of these thoughts, while he was stopping to peep over the stone wall, he started back and caught hold of his companion’s hand.  “Quick, quick!” cried he; “let us run away, or he will catch us!”

9.  “Who will catch us?” asked the stranger.

10.  “Mr. Toil, the old schoolmaster,” answered Hugh; “don’t you see him among the haymakers?” and Hugh pointed to an elderly man, who seemed to be the owner of the field.

11.  He was busily at work in his shirt sleeves.  The drops of sweat stood upon his brow; and he kept constantly crying out to his work people to make hay while the sun shone.  Strange to say, the features of the old farmer were precisely the same as those of Mr. Toil, who at that very moment must have been just entering the schoolroom.

12.  “Don’t be afraid,” said the stranger; “this is not Mr. Toil, the schoolmaster, but a brother of his, who was bred a farmer.  He won’t trouble you, unless you become a laborer on his farm.”

13.  Hugh believed what his companion said, but was glad when they were out of sight of the old farmer who bore such a singular resemblance to Mr. Toil.  The two travelers came to a spot where some carpenters were building a house.  Hugh begged his companion to stop awhile, for it was a pretty sight to see how neatly the carpenters did their work with their saws, planes, and hammers; and he was beginning to think he too should like to use the saw, and the plane, and the hammer, and be a carpenter himself.  But suddenly he caught sight of something that made him seize his friend’s hand, in a great fright.

14.  “Make haste! quick, quick!” cried he; “there’s old Mr. Toil again.”  The stranger cast his eyes where Hugh pointed his finger, and saw an elderly man, who seemed to be overseeing the carpenters, as he went to and fro about the unfinished house, marking out the work to be done, and urging the men to be diligent; and wherever he turned his hard and wrinkled visage, they sawed and hammered as if for dear life.

15.  “Oh, no! this is not Mr. Toil, the schoolmaster,” said the stranger; “it is another brother of his who follows the trade of carpenter.”