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"Whoever will get your supper," she worried, when he had told her; "and the cow'll need bedding, and those cheeses brought in off the roof, and " He closed her mouth with a gentle palm. "I've done 'em all a hundred times," he declared. "We're going to get you right, this spell, Clare," he proclaimed; "you'll get professional, real stylish, care at Stenton." She rose, trembling, on her arms.

"It's uglier than a toad, if anything. But I never kill toads; I know better'n to do that." "I am glad to hear it," said the visitor from town as they turned toward the elm tree. "Toads enjoy life and it's wicked to molest 'em." "Oh, I don't know about their enjoyin' life. The reason I let 'em alone is, coz if you kill a toad, your cow'll give bad milk." Alice did not dispute this wise statement.

His eyes ran furtively around the room in which they sat, taking in, without noting or feeling, the unutterable squalor of the place. "Well," said his friend after a time, rising, "it'd be a fine place to fetch a woman to, wouldn't it? But now I got to be going I got my chores to do." "What's your hurry, Wid?" complained the occupant of the cabin. "Cow'll wait."

"He looks very firsty," said Ruth. "Mebby he's hungry, too," and Pete found the segment of a mechanically correct haystack. "No!" cried Ruth positively, taking the bit of haystack from Pete; "wet's put some hay in his house." "Then that there cow'll git it and she's plumb fed up already."

This sentiment, however, was not openly expressed, as the lad was found to be decidedly sensitive and touchy on the subject. "Mebby a cow'll jest walk right into the back yard and make herself to hum in the new shed," prognosticated Mrs. Jenkins optimistically. "It's such a beautiful place. I'll bet there is cows as would ef they knowed about it."

There's only a hunk or two left in the barrel, and I just noticed, when I was gettin' the coal, that that pig in there on the rafters is dwindlin' fast. I guess another cow'll have to go. Might as well, anyway. Hay won't more 'n last the horses." They were interrupted by the eldest and the youngest brothers, who came in, stamping the snow from their boots and swinging their arms.