as the real work of the farm is concerned, we'll still do the most of
it. But the place'll be theirs. See?--theirs! Working out--good
Heavens!"

It must have been a week later that Jeremiah burst into his wife's room.
Hester sat by the window, bending over numberless scraps of blue, red,
and pink calico.

"Put it up, put it up, Hester," he panted joyously. "Ye hain't got to
sew no more, an' I hain't neither. The farm is ours!"

"Why, Jeremiah, what--how--"

"I don't know, Hester, no more than you do," laughed Jeremiah happily;
"only William says he's tired of runnin' things all alone, an' he wants
me to take hold again. They're goin' ter make out the papers right away;
an' say, Hester,"--the bent shoulders drew themselves erect with an air
of pride,--"I thought mebbe this afternoon we'd drive over ter
Huntersville an' get some shoes for you. Ye know you're always needin'
shoes!"




The Long Road



"Jane!"