9/39 I was tired enough of teaching school though. I've got something to tell you, presently, Mother." She covered the biscuits with a light cloth and set them on the shelf over the stove; then poked among the greasewood roots to find what she wanted and started a fire. "Why _don't_ you get an oil stove? "I've wanted one for twenty years; but you know your Father won't have one in the house. He says they're dangerous. |