is. But did you tell her she had a very kind heart and always helped the
poor, and never said a word when Timothy Cotton stole a crock of butter
out of her dairy and told his wife he'd bought it from her? Mrs. Cotton
cast it up to her the next time they met that it tasted of turnips and
Mrs. Lynde just said she was sorry it had turned out so poorly."

"I suppose she has some good qualities," conceded Mr. Harrison
grudgingly. "Most folks have. I have some myself, though you might never
suspect it. But anyhow I ain't going to give anything to that carpet.
Folks are everlasting begging for money here, it seems to me. How's your
project of painting the hall coming on?"

"Splendidly. We had a meeting of the A.V.I.S. last Friday night and
found that we had plenty of money subscribed to paint the and shingle
the roof too. MOST people gave very liberally, Mr. Harrison."

Anne was a sweet-souled lass, but she could instill some venom into
innocent italics when occasion required.

"What color are you going to have it?"

"We have decided on a very pretty green. The roof will be dark red, of
course. Mr. Roger Pye is going to get the paint in town today."

"Who's got the job?"

"Mr. Joshua Pye of Carmody. He has nearly finished the shingling. We had
to give him the contract, for every one of the Pyes . . . and there are
four families, you know . . . said they wouldn't give a cent unless Joshua
got it. They had subscribed twelve dollars between them and we thought