There
was a sort of necessity of doing something comical; and just then
spying Miss Fosbrook with a book walking slowly below, he could not
resist the temptation of sending down on her a shower of little hard
pears and twigs.
Bob came one down on her book, and another on her bonnet. She looked
up, and saw a leg stretching out for a branch, apparently in such a
dangerous manner, that she did not know whether she should not have
Sam himself on her head next, and started back, watching as he swung
himself from branch to branch, and then slid down, embracing the
trunk.
"Did I hit you!" said he. "I couldn't help trying it; it was such
fun."
It was a great liberty; but she was so good-humoured as to laugh, and
said he had taken good aim.
"Please, Miss Fosbrook," next said he, "would you hear how many
propositions I can say!" And as she opened her eyes at this holiday
amusement, he added, "Papa has got the appointment after all, and
means me to have it."
"I am so glad, Sam! I give you joy!" she said, and took his hand to
shake it heartily.
"I wish Hal could go too," said Sam.
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