Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-07-30
CONTINUED from yesterday

When are we going to the hay
fields?"
Davie Dear jumped up and down
exeitedly as he asked this question.
The dear Dear family had driven
out to farm in the country 10
spend the day, and ride to the hay
fields and home again on top of the
load was one of the promised treats.
Mr.. Jones, the farmer, chuekled
as he looked down at Davies eager
face.
well be goin pretty soon
guess" he declared, pulling at his
beard with a brown, freclled hand.
Meantime you youngsters follow
me. I'm goin' to give you nice,
big glass O. buttermilk apiece. You
grown-up folks may have some,
too, If you want it"
want itl'' echoed father Dear,
81 should think we do want it,.
everyone. Lead the way, friend
Jones'"
Everyone but baby Buster"
said mother Dear, following the
Others with that sturdy little boy
trudging beside her. Il think he'd
rather have sweet milk"
Sweet milk. sweet milk" re-
peated baby Buster, smiling in such
a happy fashion that Mrs. Jones
leaned quickly down to give him a
kiss on the back of his little tanned
neck.
Then they all went down into the
dusky, cool cellar. The buttermilk
was in huge stone crock, and
farmer John poured 1t from a brim-
ming wooden ladle into the chill
dren's glasses
Its good" said Davie, wiping his
lips on the back of his brown hand.
.'Its-it's-why, it's awful good"
(which means that you'd like
some more, doesn't it," cried farmer
Jones, chuckling again; ''well
there's plenty of it for everybody,
so drink all you want"
Dorothy was much interested in
the separating machine.
What does it do?" she wanted to
know.
Farmer Jones went to her side
to explain.
You put the nice fresh milk in
this top place." he told her, and
then you turn this crank, which
stirs the milk all up, and the cream
bein' lighter than the milk, it
comes out O. this little pipe an the
milk comes out O. this lower pipe"
ITS very queer" said Dorothy
leaning over to admire the white
ness of the frothy milk, isn't it,"
Not a Bit" declared farmer
Jones, "its just a matter of weight,
that's all"
Now, are we going to the hay
fields?" Davie had had all the but
termill1 he wanted and now he was
eager to start.
Dorothy frowned at him.
There are lots of things to see"
she cried, but Davie only wagged
his head in stubborn fashion and
said, Il want to go to the hay
fields"
Come on then" said farmer
Jones, who chuckled almost as much
as did Henry, the Dear family's
handy man, Il guess you'll find,
master Davie, that we're all ready
to start"
Sure enough, there was the big
hay wagon in the road. Jim, Farm
err Jones's hired man, had hitched
up while Davie and the others were
in the cellar Immediately Davies
face became wreathed with smiles.
He clambered up over the front
wheel, crying that he wanted to
stand up too and ride, just like jim
YOU'D better set on the bottom;
you amt used to balancin' like |
am" warned Jim.
II can do it. though declared
Davie, II can stand right still and
go over the bumps and all. And l
can
"Sit right in the bottom and stop
boasting." Father Dear ended
Davies sentence by sitting him
down very suddenly. Davie pouted
for a moment, but there were too
many interesting things to see to
waste time in sulking and his face
was soon wreathed in sunny smiles.
Mother Dear wanted to stay on