close his eyes； though all the children had bowed heads and clasped hands。 It was as if prayer was a thing he tolerated； but didn't encourage。 Without having to ask； Taleswapper knew that Alvin Miller and the preacher down in that fine white church did not get along at all。 Taleswapper decided Miller might even appreciate a proverb from his book： 〃As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on； so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys。〃
The meal was not a time of chaos； to Taleswapper's surprise。 Each child in turn reported what he did that day； and all listened； sometimes giving advice or praise。 Finally； when the stew was gone and Taleswapper was dabbing at the last traces in his bowl with a sop of bread； Miller turned to him； just like he had to everyone else in the family。
〃And your day； Taleswapper。 Was it well spent？〃
〃I walked some miles before noon； and climbed a tree；〃 said Taleswapper。 〃There I saw a steeple； which led me to a town。 There a Christian man feared my hidden powers； though he saw none of them； and so did a preacher； though he said he didn't believe I had any。 Still； I was looking for a meal and a bed； and a chance to work to earn them； and a woman said that the folks at the end of a particular wagon track would take me in。〃
〃That would be our daughter Eleanor；〃 said Faith。
〃Yes；〃 said Taleswapper。 〃I see now that she has her mother's eyes； which are always calm no matter what is happening。〃
〃No； friend；〃 said Faith。 〃It's just that these eyes have seen； such times that since then it hasn't been easy to alarm me。〃
〃I hope before I leave to hear the story of such times；〃 Taleswapper said。
Faith looked away as she put another slab of cheese on a grandchild's bread。
Taleswapper went right on with his account of the day； however； not wishing to show that she might have embarrassed him by not answering。 〃That wagon track was most peculiar；〃 he said。 〃There were covered bridges over brooks that a child could wade in； and a man could step over。 I hope to hear the story of those bridges before I go。〃
Again； no one would meet his gaze。
〃And when I came out of the woods； I found a mill with no millstone； and two boys wrestling on a wagon； and a miller who gave me the worst throw of my life； and a family that took me in and gave me the best room in the house even though I was a stranger； and they didn't know me to be good or evil。〃
〃Of course you're good；〃 said Al Junior。
〃Do you mind my asking。 I've met many hospitable people in my time； and stayed in many a happy home； but not one happier than this； and no one quite so glad to see me。〃
All were still around the table。 Finally； Faith raised her head and smiled at him。 〃I'm glad you found us to be happy；〃 she said。 〃But we all remember other times as well； and perhaps our present happiness is sweeter； from the memory of grief。〃
〃But why do you take in a man like me？〃
Miller himself answered。 〃Because once we were strangers； and good folk took us in。〃
〃I lived in Philadelphia for a time； and it strikes me to ask you； are you of the Society of Friends？〃
Faith shook her head。 〃I'm Presbyterian。 So are many of the children。〃
Taleswapper looked at Miller。
〃I'm nothing；〃 he said。
〃A Christian isn't nothing；〃 said Taleswapper。
〃I'm no Christian； either。〃
〃Ah；〃 said Taleswapper。 〃A Deist； then； like Tom Jefferson。〃 The children murmured at his mention of the great man's name。
〃Taleswapper； I'm a father who loves his children； a husband who loves his wife； a farmer who pays his debts； and a miller without a millstone。〃 Then the man stood up from the table and walked away。 They heard a door close。 He was gone away outside。
Taleswapper turned to Faith。 〃Oh； milady； I'm afraid you must regret my ing to your house。〃
〃You ask a powerful lot of questions；〃 she said。
〃I told you my name； and my name is what I do。 Whenever I sense that there's a story； one that matters； one that's true； I hunger for it。 And if I hear it； and believe it； then I remember it forever； and tell it again wherever I go。〃
〃That's how you earn your way？〃 asked one of the girls。
〃I earn my way by helping mend wagons and dig ditches and spin thread and anything else that needs doing。 But my life work is tales； and I swap them one for one。 You may think right now that you don't want to tell me any of your stories； and that's fine with me； because I never took a story that wasn't willingly told。 I'm no thief。 But you see； I've already got a story the things that happened to me today。 The kindest people and the softest bed between the Mizzipy and the Alph。〃
〃Where's the Alph？ Is that a river？〃 asked Cally。
〃What； you want a story？〃 asked Taleswapper。
Yes； clamored the children。
〃But not about the river Alph；〃 said Al Junior。 〃That's not a real place。〃
Taleswapper looked at him in genuine surprise。 〃How did you know？ Have you read Lord Byron's collection of Coleridge's poetry？〃
Al Junior looked around in bafflement。
〃We don't get much bookstuff here；〃 said Faith。 〃The preacher gives them Bible lessons； so they can learn to read。〃
〃Then how did you know the river Alph isn't real？〃
Al Junior scrunched his face； as if to say； Don't ask me questions when I don't even know the answer myself。 〃The story I want is about Jefferson。 You said his name like you met him。〃
〃Oh； I did。 And Tom Paine； and Patrick Henry before they hanged him； and I saw the sword that cut off George Washington's head。 I even saw King Robert the Second； before the French sank his ship back in naught one and took him to the bottom of the sea。〃
〃Where he belonged；〃 murmured Faith。
〃If not deeper；〃 said one of the older girls。
〃I'll say amen to that。 They say in Appalachee that he had so much blood on his hands that even his bones are stained brown with it； and even the most indiscriminate fish won't gnaw at them。〃
The children laughed。
〃Even more than Tom Jefferson；〃 said Al Junior； 〃I want a tale of the greatest American wizard。 I bet you knew Ben Franklin。〃
Again； the child had startled him。 How did he guess that of all tales； those about Ben Franklin were the ones he best loved to tell？ 〃Know him？ Oh； a little；〃 said Taleswapper； knowing that the way he said it promised them all the stories they could hope for。 〃I lived with him only half a dozen years； and there were eight hours every night that I wasn't with him so I can't say I know much。〃
Al Junior leaned over the table； his eyes bright and unblinking。 〃Was he truly a maker？〃
〃All those stories； each in its own time；〃 said Taleswapper。 〃As long as your father and mother are willing to have me around； and as long as I believe I'm being useful； I'll stay and tell stories night and day。〃
〃Starting with Ben Franklin；〃 insisted Alvin Junior。 〃Did he really pull lightning out of the sky？〃
Chapter Ten Visions
Alvin Junior woke up sweating from the nightmare。 It was so real； and he was panting just as if he had been trying to run away。 But there was no running away； he knew that。 He lay there with his eyes closed； afraid to open them for a while； knowing that when he did； it would still be there。 A long time ago； when he was still little； he used to cry out when this nightmare came。 But when he tried to explain it to Pa and Mama； they always said the same thing。 〃Why； that's just nothing； son。 You're telling me you're so a…scared of nothing？〃 So he learned himself to stifle and never cry when the dream came。
He opened his eyes； and it fled away to the corners of the room； where he didn't have to look right at it。 That was good enough。 Stay there and let me be； he said silently。
Then he realized that it was full daylight； and Mama had laid out his black broadcloth pants and jacket and a clean shirt。 His Sunday go…to…meeting clothes。 He'd almost rather go back to the nightmare than wake up to this。
Alvin Junior hated Sunday mornings。 He hated getting all dressed up； so he couldn't set on the ground or kneel in the grass or even bend over without something getting messed up and Mama telling him to have some respect for the Lord's day。 He hated having to tiptoe around the house all morning because it was the Sabbath and there wasn't to be no playing or making noise on the Sabbath。 Worst of all he hated the thought of sitting on a hard bench down front； with Reverend Thrower looking him in the eye while he preached about the fires of hell that were waiting for the ungodly who despised the true religion and put their faith in the feeble understanding of man。 Every Sunday； it seemed like。
And it wasn't that Alvin really despised religion。 He just despised Reverend Thrower。 It was all those hours in school； now that harvest was over。 Alvin Junior was a good reader； and he got right answers most of the time in his ciphering。 But that wasn't enough for old Thrower。 He also had to teach religion right along with it。 The other children the Swedes and Knickerbockers from upriver； the Scotch and English from down only got a licking when they sassed or got three wrong answers in a row。 But Thrower took his cane to