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 . `` That boy has got something on his mind , '' said the terrible Clemantiny , who , Chester felt convinced , could see through a stone wall . `` Nonsense ! What could he have on his mind ? '' said Miss Salome . But she said it a little anxiously . She , too , had noticed Chester 's absent ways and abstracted face . `` Goodness me , I do n't know ! I do n't suppose he has robbed a bank or murdered anybody . But he is worrying over something , as plain as plain . '' `` He is getting on very well at school , '' said Miss Salome . `` His teacher says so , and he is very eager to learn . I do n't know what can be troubling him . '' She was fated not to know for a fortnight longer . During that time Chester fought out his struggle with himself , and conquered . He must tell Miss Salome , he decided , with a long sigh . He knew that it would mean going back to Upton and Aunt Harriet and the old , hard life , but he would not sail under false colours any longer . * * * * * Chester went into the kitchen one afternoon when he came home from school , with his lips set and his jaws even squarer than usual .
Miss XXXXX was making some of her famous taffy , and Clemantiny was spinning yarn on the big wheel .
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