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Fleda's eyes flashed at Hugh, who took to chopping in sheer desperation; and the muscles of both gave them full occupation for five minutes. Philetus stood comfortably warming himself at the fire, looking first at one and then at the other, as if they were a show and he had paid for it. Barby grew impatient.
The sport was very fine; and after spoiling the trees Philetus was left to "shuck" and bring home a load of the fruit; while Fleda and Hugh took their way slowly down the mountain. She stopped him, as usual, on the old lookout place. The leaves were just then in their richest colouring; and the October sky in its strong vitality seemed to fill all inanimate nature with the breath of lile.
'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good green wood, So blithe Lady Alice is singing; On the beech's pride, and the oak's brown side, Lord Richard's axe is ringing. Lady of the Lake. Philetus came, and was inducted into office and the little room immediately; and Fleda felt herself eased of a burden.
But it would be good to have some more ground, Fleda, for Philetus says he don't care for no dinner when he has griddles to breakfast, and there aint anything much cheaper than that." "Aunt Lucy, have you any change in the house?" said Fleda, that same day. "There isn't but three and sixpence," said Mrs. Rossitur, with a pained, conscious look. "What is wanting, dear?"
"I must go over to Queechy Run for a minute, on business I'll be home before supper I should have been back by this time but Philetus has gone to bed with a headache and I had to take care of the cows." "Three times and out," said Barby. "I won't try again.
It won't do me no hurt to sit here the hull night; and I'm the only one in the house that's fit for it, with the exception of Philetus, and the little wit he has by day seems to forsake him at night. All the light that ever gets into his head, I believe, comes from the outside; as soon as ever that's gone he shuts up his shutters. He's been snoozing a'ready now this hour and a half.
After hours of suffering, the fit was at last over; and in the evening, though looking and feeling racked, Fleda would go out to see the sap-boilers. Earl Douglass and Philetus had had a very good day of it, and now were in full blast with the evening part of the work. The weather was mild, and having the stay of Hugh's arm, Fleda grew too amused to leave them. It was a very pretty scene.
I can't keep 'em together. There's thousands of 'em, and I mean to make Philetus eat 'em for supper such potatoes and milk is good enough for him, or anybody. The cow has gained on her milk wonderful, Fleda, since she begun to have them roots fed out to her." "Which cow?" said Fleda.
"Yes marm I calculate to help considerable in the back garden she won't let no one into the front where she grows her posies." "But where is Mr. Hugh?" "He's to hum." "But has he nothing to do with all this? does he leave it all to his cousin?" "He's to the mill." "And Miss Ringgan manages farm and garden and all?" said Mrs. Evelyn. "She doos," said Philetus.
The oxen went slowly, and though Fleda managed to have no delay longer than to throw down a trough as the sled came up with each tree which she and Philetus had tapped, the business promised to make a long day of it. It might have been a pleasant day in pleasant company; but Fleda's spirits were down to set out with, and Dr.
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