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Miss Cordelia drove straight out to the big pine-clad hills of Deepdale, six miles from Pottstown. Then she tied Nap in a convenient lane and turned the children loose to revel in the woods and fields. How they did enjoy themselves! And how Miss Cordelia enjoyed seeing them enjoy themselves!

When dinner time came she gathered them all around her and went to the wagon. In it she had a basket of bread and butter.

“I can’t afford anything more,” she told Cynthia Ann, “but they must have something to stay their little stomachs. And I can get some water at a farmhouse.”

Miss Cordelia had had her eye on a certain farmhouse all the morning. She did not know anything about the people who lived there, but she liked the looks of the place. It was a big, white, green-shuttered house, throned in wide-spreading orchards, with a green sweep of velvety lawn in front.

To this Miss Cordelia took her way, surrounded by her small passengers, and they all trooped into the great farmhouse yard just as a big man stepped out of a nearby barn. As he approached, Miss Cordelia thought she had never seen anybody so much like an incarnate smile before. Smiles of all kinds seemed literally to riot over his ruddy face and in and out of his eyes and around the corners of his mouth.

“Well, well, well!” he said, when he came near enough to be heard. “Is this a runaway school, ma’am?”

“I’m the runaway schoolma’am,” responded Miss Cordelia with a twinkle. “And these are a lot of factory children I’ve brought out for a Saturday treat. I thought I might get some water from your well, and maybe you will lend us a tin dipper or two?”

“Water? Tut, tut!” said the big man, with three distinct smiles on his face. “Milk’s the thing, ma’am–milk. I’ll tell my housekeeper to bring some out. And all of you come over to the lawn and make yourselves at home. Bless you, ma’am, I’m fond of children. My name is Smiles, ma’am–Abraham Smiles.”

“It suits you,” said Miss Cordelia emphatically, before she thought, and then blushed rosy-red over her bluntness.

Mr. Smiles laughed. “Yes, I guess I always have an everlasting grin on. Had to live up to my name, you see, in spite of my naturally cantankerous disposition; But come this way, ma’am, I can see the hunger sticking out of those youngsters’ eyes. We’ll have a sort of impromptu picnic here and now, I’ll tell my housekeeper to send out some jam too.”

While the children devoured their lunch Miss Cordelia found herself telling Mr. Smiles all about old Nap and her little project.

“I’m going to bring out a load every fine Saturday all summer,” she said. “It’s all I can do. They enjoy it so, the little creatures. It’s terrible to think how cramped their lives are. They just exist in soot. Some of them here never saw green fields before today.”

Mr. Smiles listened and beamed and twinkled until Miss Cordelia felt almost as dazzled as if she were looking at the sun.

“Look here, ma’am, I like this plan of yours and I want to have a hand in helping it along. Bring your loads of children out here every Saturday, right here to Beechwood Farm, and turn them loose in my beech woods and upland pastures. I’ll put up some swings for them and have some games, and I’ll provide the refreshments also. Trouble, ma’am? No, trouble and I ain’t on speaking terms. It’ll be a pleasure, ma’am. I’m fond of children even if I am a grumpy cross-grained old bachelor. If you can give up your own holiday to give them a good time, surely I can do something too.”

When Miss Cordelia and her brood of tired, happy little lads and lasses ambled back to town in the golden dusk she felt that the expedition had been an emphatic success. Even old Nap seemed to jog along eye-deep in satisfaction. Probably he was ruminating on the glorious afternoon he had spent in Mr. Smiles’s clover pasture.