from the edge of the grave; Tom a-working day and night but under
His guidance. He have gained ten pounds and walks everywhere. It
were low typhus, six weeks running, too! I'm glad it were gave to me
to see my son bring back a saint to earth from the gates themselves.
Have you been by to see him?"

"Yes," answered the Squire as he rose much more briskly than he had
seated himself, and prepared to take his departure. "Yes, and it was
you a-nussing of him that did it--muster slipped him calimile--but I
ain't a-disputing! Play actor, ain't you, girl?" he demanded as he
paused on his way out of the door and peered over at Miss Wingate
with his beetling, suspicious eyes.

"Yes," answered the singer lady as she went on putting her biscuit
into the pan. If her culinary manoeuvers were slow they were at
least sure and the "riz" biscuits looked promising.

"Dearie me," said Mother as she returned from guiding her guest down
the front walk and into the shaded Road, "it do seem that Squire
Tutt gets more rantankerous every day. Poor Mis' Tutt is just wore
out with contriving with him. It's a wonder she feels like she have
got any ease at all, much less a second blessing. Now I must turn to
and make a dish of baked chicken hash for supper to be et with them
feather biscuits of your'n. I want to compliment them by the company
of a extra nice dish. If they come out the oven in time I want to
ask Sam Mosbey to stop in and get some, with a little quince
preserves. He brought his dinner in a bucket, which troubled me, for
who's got foot on my land, two or four, I likes to feed myself. I
expected he was some mortified at your being here. He's kinder shy
like in the noticing of girls."