“Did you see him?”

“No, I didn’t.  But there was a big rosy apple, and I know where it came from.  It grew on that tree right by the captain’s house.”

Mrs. Royal sat very still for some time.  She was thinking over what Rod had just told her.  Tom Dunker’s action troubled her, and she thought how mean it was for him to take revenge on a little child for what her husband had done.  But there was compensation, for Captain Josh’s kindness interested her greatly.  No one had been able to understand the old man, and every one dreaded him.  That he had defended Rodney, and then had taken a lunch for him all the way to the schoolhouse was something unusual.

For some time she sat there, and when she at last rose to go downstairs to meet her husband, who had just returned home, Rod was fast asleep.  His cares for the present were over, and as Mrs. Royal watched the little curly head lying upon the pillow, she gave a deep sigh as she bent over and kissed him.  Must he go through life handicapped? she asked herself, for no fault of his own?  Would he always be looked upon as a waif, an ill-starred child, and in the eyes of the world, a pauper?

Parson Dan had come in from a long drive from the outmost portion of his large parish.  He was tired and hungry, and enjoyed the supper which was awaiting him.  It was then that his wife told him about Rod’s experience during the day.  The clergyman was deeply interested, and when supper was over, he rose from the table, and instead of taking his pipe, as was his usual habit, he reached for his coat and hat.

“Why, where are you going, Daniel?” his wife asked, in surprise.

“I must see Captain Josh,” was the reply.  “I want to hear the whole story of to-day’s transactions, and to thank him for what he did for our boy.  I have never known Rodney to deceive us.  But this is such a serious affair, that I must hear the story from some one else who knows.”

He was about to open the door when a loud knock sounded on the outside.  When it was opened, great was his astonishment to see the very person they had been talking about standing before him.

“Captain Josh!  This is a surprise,” and the clergyman held out his hand.

“Evenin’, parson,” was the gruff reply.  “Thought I’d make a little call on you and the missus,” and he thumped his stick heavily upon the floor as he entered.

Mrs. Royal came quickly forward, shook hands, and offered the visitor a big comfortable chair.

“My, that feels good,” the captain exclaimed.  “I ain’t as young as I used to be, and that walk has puffed me a good deal.”

“How would a smoke suit you?” the parson suggested, knowing the captain’s fondness for his pipe.  “I have some good tobacco here, sent from the city by an old friend of mine.”

“He certainly is a good judge of baccy,” the captain remarked, after he had filled and lighted his pipe.  “A friend like that is worth knowin’, eh?” and he slyly winked at Mrs. Royal.