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His time was up, and now he was to be paid his wages and sent away. To be sure, Martin had told him that morning that a man in East Hopedale wanted a boy for a spell, and that he, Martin, would see that he got the place if he wanted it. But that did not reconcile him to leaving Mount Hope Farm.

Miss Salome was sitting in her favourite sunny corner of the kitchen and Clemantiny was flying around with double briskness. The latter’s thin lips were tightly set and disapproval was writ large in every flutter of her calico skirts.

“Chester,” said Miss Salome kindly, “your time is up today.”

Chester nodded. For a moment he felt as he had felt when he left the provision store in Montrose. But he would not let Clemantiny see him cry. Somehow, he would not have minded Miss Salome.

“What are you thinking of doing now?” Miss Salome went on.

“There’s a man at East Hopedale wants a boy,” said Chester, “and Martin says he thinks I’ll suit.”

“That is Jonas Smallman,” said Miss Salome thoughtfully. “He has the name of being a hard master. It isn’t right of me to say so, perhaps. I really don’t know much about him. But wouldn’t you rather stay here with me for the winter, Chester?”

“Ma’am? Miss Salome?” stammered Chester. He heard Clemantiny give a snort behind him and mutter, “Clean infatuated–clean infatuated,” without in the least knowing what she meant.

“We really need a chore boy all the year round,” said Miss Salome. “Martin has all he can do with the heavy work. And there are the apples to be picked. If you care to stay, you shall have your board and clothes for doing the odd jobs, and you can go to school all winter. In the spring we will see what need be done then.”

If he would care to stay! Chester could have laughed aloud. His eyes were shining with joy as he replied, “Oh, Miss Salome, I’ll be so glad to stay! I–I–didn’t want to go away. I’ll try to do everything you want me to do. I’ll work ever so hard.”

“Humph!”

This, of course, was from Clemantiny, as she set a pan of apples on the stove with an emphatic thud. “Nobody ever doubted your willingness to work. Pity everything else about you isn’t as satisfactory.”

“Clemantiny!” said Miss Salome rebukingly. She put her arms about Chester and drew him to her. “Then it is all settled, Chester. You are my boy now, and of course I shall expect you to be a good boy.”

If ever a boy was determined to be good, that boy was Chester. That day was the beginning of a new life for him. He began to go to the Hopedale school the next week. Miss Salome gave him all Johnny’s old school books and took an eager interest in his studies.

Chester ought to have been very happy, and at first he was; but as the bright, mellow days of autumn passed by, a shadow came over his happiness. He could not help thinking that he had really deceived Miss Salome, and was deceiving her still–Miss Salome, who had such confidence in him. He was not what he pretended to be. And as for his running away, he felt sure that Miss Salome would view that with horror. As the time passed by and he learned more and more what a high standard of honour and truth she had, he felt more and more ashamed of himself. When she looked at him with her clear, trustful, blue eyes, Chester felt as guilty as if he had systematically deceived her with intent to do harm. He began to wish that he had the courage to tell her the whole truth about himself.

Moreover, he began to think that perhaps he had not done right, after all, in running away from Aunt Harriet. In Miss Salome’s code nothing could be right that was underhanded, and Chester was very swiftly coming to look at things through Miss Salome’s eyes. He felt sure that Johnny would never have acted as he had, and if Chester now had one dear ambition on earth, it was to be as good and manly a fellow as Johnny must have been. But he could never be that as long as he kept the truth about himself from Miss Salome.