APPRENTICESHIP.
He scrambled out on the top of the hay, and looked down on the beautiful creature below him, dawning radiant again with the morning, as it issued undimmed from the black bosom of the night.
He was not, perhaps, just so well groomed as white steed might be;it was not a stable where they kept a blue-bag for their grey horses; but to Gibbie's eyes he was so pure, that he began, for the first time in his life, to doubt whether he was himself quite as clean as he ought to be.He did not know, but he would make an experiment for information when he got down to the burn.Meantime was there nothing he could do for the splendid creature? From above, leaning over, he filled his rack with hay; but he had eaten so much grass the night before, that he would not look at it, and Gibbie was disappointed.What should he do next? The thing he would like best would be to look through the ceiling again, and watch the woman at her work.Then, too, he would again smell the boiling porridge, and the burning of the little sprinkles of meal that fell into the fire.He dragged, therefore, the ladder to the opposite end of the barn, and gradually, with no little effort, raised it against the wall.Carefully he crept through the hole, and softly round the shelf, the dangerous part of the pass, and so on to the ceiling, whence he peeped once more down into the kitchen.
His precautions had been so far unnecessary, for as yet it lay unvisited, as witnessed by its disorder.Suddenly came to Gibbie the thought that here was a chance for him--here a path back to the world.Rendered daring by the eagerness of his hope, he got again upon the shelf, and with every precaution lest he should even touch a milkpan, descended by the lower shelves to the floor.There finding the door only latched, he entered the kitchen, and proceeded to do everything he had seen the woman do, as nearly in her style as he could.He swept the floor, and dusted the seats, the window sill, the table, with an apron he found left on a chair, then arranged everything tidily, roused the rested fire, and had just concluded that the only way to get the great pot full of water upon it, would be to hang first the pot on the chain, and then fill it with the water, when his sharp ears caught sounds and then heard approaching feet.He darted into the dairy, and in a few seconds, for he was getting used to the thing now, had clambered upon the ceiling, and was lying flat across the joists, with his eyes to the most commanding crack he had discovered: he was anxious to know how his service would be received.When Jean Mavor--she was the farmer's half-sister--opened the door, she stopped short and stared;the kitchen was not as she had left it the night before! She concluded she must be mistaken, for who could have touched it? and entered.Then it became plain beyond dispute that the floor had been swept, the table wiped, the place redd up, and the fire roused.
