We've had some stock stole this summer, Milt, an' no mistake." Thus, while preparing a meal for Dale, the old woman went on recounting all that had happened in the little village since his last visit.

Dale enjoyed her gossip and quaint philosophy, and it was exceedingly good to sit at her table.

In his opinion, nowhere else could there have been such butter and cream, such ham and eggs.

Besides, she always had apple pie, it seemed, at any time he happened in; and apple pie was one of Dale's few regrets while up in the lonely forest.
"How's old Al Auchincloss ?" presently inquired Dale.
"Poorly--poorly," sighed Mrs.Cass.

"But he tramps an' rides around same as ever.