bunchberries. Perhaps they could make a bouquet and Patty would
take it across the fields to Mrs. Boynton's door. She need not go
in, and thus they would not be disobeying their father's command
not to visit that "crazy Boynton woman."

Here Patty came in with a pan full of greens and the sisters sat
down in the sunny window to get them ready for the pot.

"I'm calmer," the little rebel allowed." That's generally the way
it turns out with me. I get into a rage, but I can generally sing
it off!"

"You certainly must have got rid of a good deal of temper this
morning, by the way your voice sounded."

"Nobody can hear us in this out-of-the-way place. It's easy
enough to see that the women weren't asked to say anything when
the men settled where the houses should be built! The men weren't
content to stick them on the top of a high hill, or half a mile
from the stores, but put them back to the main road, taking due
care to cut the sink-window where their wives couldn't see
anything even when they were washing dishes."

"I don't know that I ever thought about it in that way"; and
Waitstill looked out of the window in a brown study while her
hands worked with the dandelion greens. "I've noticed it, but I
never supposed the men did it intentionally."

"No, you wouldn't," said Patty with the pessimism of a woman of
ninety, as she stole an admiring glance at her sister. Patty's