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Updated: May 6, 2025


"I will be grave," thought Susan. "I will be a good wife, with God's help!" Again morning found the cabin flooded with sunlight, and for all their happy days there the sun shone, and summer silences made the woods seem like June. "Billum, if only we didn't have to go back!" said William's wife, seated on a stump, and watching him clean trout for their supper, in the soft close of an afternoon.

Ensconced in the big chair by the fireplace, with Bill sprawled on the bearskin at her feet, Hazel came back to his last remark. "Why did you say it was time for us to be stirring, Billum?" "Because these Northern seasons are so blessed short," he answered. "We ought to try and do a little good for ourselves make hay while the sun shines. We'll needa da mon'." "Needa fiddlesticks," she laughed.

And since I know how to manage that with a minimum amount of effort, I'd like to be about it before somebody else gets ahead of me. Though there's small chance of that." "We'll be partners," said she. "How will we divide the profits, Billum?" "We'll split even," he declared. "That is, I'll make the money, and you'll spend it."

Five minutes after closing the door he was back. "Easy with that fire, little person," he cautioned. "She's blowing out of the northwest again. The sparks are sailing pretty high. Keep your eye on it, Hazel." "All right, Billum," she replied. "I'll be careful." Not more than fifty yards separated the house and stable.

"Oh, thank you, but " Billy began in perfunctory regret. Her tone changed: "I should love to!" she said honestly. Rachael laughed. "So funny to hear your old voice, Bill, and your old expressions." "I was just thinking that you've not changed much, Rachael." "I? Oh, but I've gray hair! Getting old fast, Billum." "And how's Greg?"

I should think they'd get sick of it. You will." "Hardly, Billum," she smiled. "We're merely making up for two years of isolation. I think we must be remarkable people that we didn't fight like cats and dogs. For eighteen months, you know, there wasn't a soul to talk to, and not much to think about except what you could do if you were some place else."

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