house with the depleted and milk-hungry Martin Luther trailing at
her skirts, "did you make out to manage 'em? Why, ain't that fine;
every one in and settled and Fuss-and-Feathers in that end coop
where I have been wanting her to be for a week, seeing Dominick have
got so many more chickens and needs that larger barrel. I didn't
depend on Tom Mayberry, but I did on you, Elinory. This just goes to
show that if you put a little trust in people they are mighty apt to
rise in the pan to a occasion. You all look like you've been having
a real good time!"




CHAPTER IV

LOVE, THE CURE-ALL


"Eat milk, thank ma'am, please, Mother Lady," demanded Martin
Luther as he stood on the top step in front of Mother Mayberry, who,
with Miss Wingate beside her, sat sewing away the early hours of the
morning. A tiny blue-check shirt was taking shape under Mother's
skilful fingers, and the singer lady was deep in the mysteries of
the fore and aft of a minute pair of jeans trousers. The limitations
of young Ez's wardrobe had necessitated the speedy construction of
one for the little adopt, and Miss Wingate's education along the
lines of needle control was progressing at what she considered a
remarkable rate.

"Why, Martin Luther!" She looked down at him over a carefully poised