"In the new barn," said Lydia, smiling. "We have a cook stove out
there."

"Ain't that just lovely!" beamed Mrs. Daggett, squeezing the girl's
slim hand in both her own. "Most folks wouldn't go to the trouble of
doing anything so nice. No wonder they're hustling."

"Mebbe they won't hustle so fast toward the end of the job," said
Lois Daggett. "You'll find men-folks are always ready to take
advantage of any kind of foolishness. Come, Abby; we must be going.
You'll get those books in about two weeks, Miss Orr. A big order
takes more time, I always tell people."

"Thank you, Miss Daggett. But wouldn't you--if you are in a hurry,
you know; Mr. Dodge is going to the village in the automobile; we're
expecting some supplies for the house. He'll be glad to take you."

"Who, Jim Dodge? You don't mean to tell me Jim Dodge can drive an
auto! I never stepped foot inside of one of those contraptions. But I
don't know but I might's well die for a sheep as a lamb."

Lois Daggett followed the girl from the room in a flutter of joyous
excitement.

"You can come home when you get ready, Abby," she said over her
shoulder. "But you want to be careful driving that horse of yours; he
might cut up something scandalous if he was to meet an auto."