The waste of all that beautiful cream was all Mrs. Polly
could think of--prudent housewife that she was.
So in the night, when the moon was up, and the others were sound
asleep, Ann assisted her thief safely out of the grain-chest and out
of the house. "But, first," said Ann Wales, pausing bravely, with her
hand on the grain-chest lid, speaking in a solemn whisper, "before I
let you out, you must make me a promise."
"What?" came back feebly.
"That you will never, never, steal a horse again. If you don't
promise, I will give you up, now."
"I promise I won't," said the man, readily.
Let us hope he never did. That, speeding out into the clear winter
night, he did bear with him a better determination in his heart. At
all events, there were no more attempts made to rob the new
Horse-House at the Braintree meeting-house. Many a Sunday after that,
Red Robin stood there peaceful and unmolested. Occasionally, as the
years went by, he was tied, of a Sunday night, in Mrs. Polly Wales'
barn.
For, by and by, his master, good brave young John Penniman, married
Ann Wales.
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