Almira Jane saw him coming, and flew to meet him.  Never in her life had she seen such a strange sight.  The little fellow set the basket of eggs gently on the ground, laid the struggling goose on her side, and made the Wanderer fast to a fence-post, before he could answer her many questions.

Then he mopped his forehead with his small handkerchief, and drew a deep sigh of relief.

“O Almira Jane! it has been the worst time,” he said.  “If you’ll just look at my stockings, I am afraid you will see that there is lots of darning to be done.”

Almira Jane surveyed the calves of his plump legs wonderingly.  Sure enough, there were dozens of little round holes through which the pink skin was showing.  There were even little stains of blood on the ravelled yarn.

“The old gander has nipped my legs with his sharp bill, and butted me with his yoke, and pulled on the string so I could scarcely keep my feet.  The gray goose has flapped me with her wings whenever she got the chance; and in getting them safely here, I nearly fell a dozen times, and broke the whole setting of eggs,” he said excitedly.

Almira Jane looked admiringly at him.  “You ain’t got much strength, but you got considerable grit,” she said proudly.

“But they didn’t know how inconvenient it was for me,” added the boy more calmly.  “When they see how kind we are to them, I think they will be sorry about the way they treated me.”

Almira Jane looked at the gander critically, and cut the string that bound the gray goose’s legs, before she made any reply.

“They need their wings clipped,” she said.  “That is the kindest thing we can do for them.”

Master Sunshine looked both surprised and grieved.

“You see, Sunshine,” she continued, “geese are wild birds still, though generations and generations of our grandfathers tried to tame them, yet they are not wild enough to look after themselves.  When they stray away from their homes they have not wit enough either to find food which is suitable to them, or to hide themselves from dogs or wild animals who delight to worry them; so the best thing we can do is to fit them for the life we want them to lead.”

Master Sunshine nodded thoughtfully.  He had great faith in Almira Jane’s knowledge, and the good sense of her arguments always satisfied his judgment.

It was not until he had gone in the house, and was well out of hearing, that Almira Jane began to laugh; and such a clear, ringing, downright, hearty laugh it was, the old Wanderer bumped his yoke against the fence to show his approval, and the gray goose joined in with high, shrill screams of delight.  It really seemed as if they were trying to tell Almira Jane what they thought of their journey along the road with their new master.

There were not many houses near the pretty white cottage in which Master Sunshine lived.  The Hill-top school, of which he was a pupil, was quite a half-mile away; and Tommy Dane, who lived just across the street from his home, used to walk there with him every day.  Master Sunshine was very fond of Tommy, though his little friend had some ways that he did not wholly like.