Mr. Wilson, however, picked up the boy once more; for it was not his way to despair of any body.  Dick was just going to take to his heels, as usual, for fear the old story of the shoes should be brought forward; but finding he could not get off, what does he do but run into a little puddle of muddy water which lay between him and the parson, that the sight of his naked feet might not bring on the dreaded subject.  Now, it happened that Mr. Wilson was planting a little field of beans, so he thought this a good opportunity to employ Dick; and he told him he had got some pretty easy work for him.  Dick did as he was bid; he willingly went to work, and readily began to plant his beans with dispatch and regularity, according to the directions given him.

While the boy was busily at work by himself, Giles happened to come by, having been skulking round the back way, to look over the parson’s garden wall, to see if there was any thing worth climbing over for on the ensuing night.  He spied Dick, and began to scold him for working for the stingy old parson; for Giles had a natural antipathy to whatever belonged to the church.

“What has he promised thee a day?” said he; “little enough, I dare say.”

“He is not to pay me by the day,” said Dick, “but says he will give me so much when I have planted this peck, and so much for the next.”

“Oh, oh, that alters the case,” said Giles.  “One may, indeed, get a trifle by this sort of work.  I hate your regular day-jobs, when one can’t well avoid doing one’s work for one’s money.  Come, give me a handful of the beans; I will teach thee how to plant when thou art paid for planting by the peck.  All we have to do in that case is to dispatch the work as fast as we can, and get rid of the beans with all speed; and as to the seed coming up or not, that is no business of ours; we are paid for planting, not for growing.  At the rate thou goest on, thou wouldst not get sixpence to-night.  Come along, hurry away.”

So saying, he took his hat-full of the seed, and where Dick had been ordered to set one bean, Giles buried a dozen; so the beans were soon out.  But though the peck was emptied, the ground was unplanted.  But cunning Giles knew this could not be found out till the time when the beans might be expected to come up; “and then, Dick,” said he, “the snails and mice may go shares in the blame; or we can lay the fault on the rooks or the blackbirds.”  So saying, he sent the boy into the parsonage to receive his pay, taking care to secure about a quarter of the peck of beans for his own colt.  He put both bag and beans into his own pocket to carry home, bidding Dick tell Mr. Wilson that he had planted the beans and lost the bag.

In the meantime Giles’ other boys were busy in emptying the ponds and trout-streams in the neighboring manor.  They would steal away the carp and tench when they were no bigger than gudgeons.  By this untimely depredation they plundered the owner of his property, without enriching themselves.  But the pleasure of mischief was reward enough.