o get into some kind of misadventure," Jean said, reproachfully, that evening. "If you only wouldn't act on the i

al deductions from certain facts. How was I to know he was hunting gypsy moths and other winged beasts when I saw him bending over bushes in our berry patch? Anyhow it would simplify matters if Dad would let us k

make, too, with the midsummer evening calling to them in all its varied orchestral tones: Katydids and peep frogs, the swish of the wind through the big Norway pines on the terraces, and the scrape of Sha

about all the time behind Ella Lou, I'd never know how folks were getting on. So every two weeks the Judge and I are going to hold an old-time social, only we call it a community meeting so as to try to give it the new spirit.

but he had decided instead to keep on his way to the old Inn on th

first name was Stanley, which

in the berry patch," she said, "but there is something promising about Stanley. Se

ike I smell something. Shad," raising her voice, "do you get up and go out in th

ide his cherished instrument. "You

r kitchen now, and the moment he opened the door there poured out a thick volume of black smoke and flying soot. The

work behind the stove, and Shad slammed

rls formed a bucket brigade from the well to the kitchen door, while Shad, his

t neighbors for help. The Peckham boys from the sawmill were the first to respond, and five minut

nd everything is dry as tinder. Better start carrying things out, girls, because t

under Jean's direction. Kit had made for her father's room the first thing. When Jean opened the doo

ers up and have the boys carry these down-stairs and bring back the clothes-ba

cellar, and Mr. Peckham says he's sure they'll save the piano and most of the best furniture, but, oh, Kit, just

and stop cogitating, or we'll be sliding

she had rescued all the treasures possible, the pictures and bric-à-brac, the sofa pillows

ughtfulness in telephoning immediately brought the Judge first, with all of the neighbors that had been prese

ood for him. Besides, he wouldn't be a bit of good around here. Seems like they're getting the fire under pretty good control. I don't beli

. But to-night she helped Mrs. Gorham pack all the necessary household supplies into the back of the wagon for Shad to drive up to Maple Lawn. As soon as she had seen the

s. You'll be back here before snow flies, with a few modern improvements put in, and all of you the better for t

ught the minute you showed up down here to-nig

xy laughe

s alone. After you've lived a lifetime in these parts, you'll know that every boy born and bred around here

"The barn ain't touched, and so I'm going to sleep

girls to hear the way Shad would r

roughbreds into the bargain, instead of Bonnibel and Lady Bountiful, with Princess and t