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there, and there, alas! we found the
volume Of the stream shrunk to less
than half its former size. We ran to
the rows Of berry vines to see how
many had survived, and found the
greater part of them sprouting nicely;
We went up the slope into the rows Of
vegetables and inspected them; we
rushed to see II all the. roses were
alive; we went to the barn, where
Mike had just begun to milk. and
smiled the warm, sweet odor.
'Yes, it's better for any mon to
be married" I heard Mike saying to
her. as moved back toward the door.
Then he added something I could not
hear, and she came to me with rosy
face. THE horrid old man" She was
half laughing to herself.
The goods we had ordered began to
arrive after breakfast, Bert bringing
them from the freight house in his
large wagon. I took the day of, and
devoted the morning to laying a stair
carpet, probably the hottest job l ever
'tackled. Thank goodness, the stairs
went straight up, without curve or
angle! As I worked, small feet pat
tered by me, up and down, and gar
ments from q big trunk In the lower
hall brushed my face as they were be-
ing carried past-brushed their faint
feminine perfume into my nostrils and
made my hammer pause in midair.
After the carpet was laid there were
q thousand and one other things to do.
There were pictures Of Stella's to be
hung. and them we put in the hitherto
vacant room ut the front Of the house.
next to the dining room, where Stella's
wall desk was also placed, and a case
Of her books, and some chairs.
N"Now I can work here when You
want to create literature in your room,
or can receive my distinguished WIS.,
itors here when you are busy" she
laughed. setting some ornaments on
die mantel. "My, but I've got 4 lot
81 curtains to make! I never did 80
much sewing In my life"
Bureaus were carried upstairs with
Miles, assistance. and the ivory backs
of a woman's toilet articles appeared
upon them; open closets showed me
rows Of women's garments; glass
candlesticks were unpacked and set
upon the dining table, and the new
dining chairs dressed up" the room
remarkably. Everywhere we went
Mrs. Pillig followed with dustpan and
broom, Sticking up behind us. When
night came 1t was still an incomplete
house-"Oh. a million things yet to
get" cried Stella, 'just one by one, as
we can afford 1t, which will be funr'-
but a house that spoke everywhere Of
dainty mistress. Outside, by the
woodshed, was pile Of packing boxes
and opened crates and excelsior.
There's your work, Peter" I said,
pointing.
Peter looked rueful, bit said moth.
ing.
That evening tried to work, but
found it difficult. for watching my wife
sew.
you've no technique" I laughed.
She made a little moue at me, and
went on hemming' the curtains, getting
up now and then to measure them.
"Why should have?" she said pres
emily. you knew I was a Phi. d.
when you married me. These curtains
be ON your own head! I'm doing the
best I can"
There was suddenly the suspicion of
moisture in her eyes, and l ran to
comfort her.
IL so want to make Twin Fires
lovely" she added. pricking her finger.
"Oh, tell me l can. If 1 am only a
highbroww
= OF course the finger had to be kissed,
and she had to be kissed, and the hem
had to be inspected and praised, and
now, long, long afterward, l smile to
think how alike we all of US are on a
honeymoon.
solved to begin the pool. Il don't ex-
pect to be married again for several
years." said I, land so I'm going to
take a holiday this week. Well carry
the vegetables to market and bring
back the cement, and begin on our
water garden"
Mike loaded the wagon with peas,
the last Of the rhubarb, and ten quarts
Of currants picked by Peter. and of
we started.
I what Is this horses name?" asked
Hteila. taking the reins to learn to
drive. a
HE has none, guess. Mike calls
him 'Giddup.'"
mo, it's Dobbin. He looks just like
a Dobbin. He has a kind of conven-
Honal, discouraged tail, like a Dobbin.
Giddup, Dobbin!'
The horse started to trot. "There,
you see, It is his name" she laughed.
On Bentford Main street we passed
several motors and trap drawn by a
prancipg span. and all the occupants
stared at us, or rather at Stella, who
was beaming from her humble seat
ON the farm wagon more like an
eighteenth century shepher1ess than a
New England farmers wice. We added
over three dollars more in the account