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 &ldquo;Oh take me back!&mdash;take me back!&rdquo; cried poor little Daffydowndilly, bursting into tears. &ldquo;If there is nothing but Toil all the world over, I may just as well go back to the school-house!&rdquo;

&ldquo;Yonder it is,&mdash;there is the school-house!&rdquo; said the stranger; for though he and little Daffydowndilly had taken a great many steps, they had travelled in a circle instead of a straight line. &ldquo;Come; we will go back to school together.&rdquo;

There was something in his companion&rsquo;s voice that little Daffydowndilly now remembered, and it is strange that he had not remembered it sooner. Looking up into his face, behold! there again was the likeness of old Mr. Toil; so that the poor child had been in company with Toil all day, even while he was doing his best to run away from him. Some people, to whom I have told little Daffydowndilly&rsquo;s story, are of opinion that old Mr. Toil was a magician, and possessed the power of multiplying himself into as many shapes as he saw fit.

Be this as it may, little Daffydowndilly had learned a good lesson, and from that time forward was diligent at his task, because he knew that diligence is not a whit more toilsome than sport or idleness. And when he became better acquainted with Mr. Toil, he began to think that his ways were not so very disagreeable, and that the old schoolmaster&rsquo;s smile of approbation made his face almost as pleasant as even that of Daffydowndilly&rsquo;s mother.