But if David has got these fool things counted and misses any, and then finds that pie here, he'll s'picion me.

Yes, I got to take you back, and hurry my stumps at that." Granny arose with the pie, cast a lingering and covetous glance at the fireplace, stooped and took another letter, and then started down the drive.

Just as she reached the bridge she looked ahead and saw the Harvester coming up the levee.

Instantly she shot the pie over the railing and with a groan watched it strike the water and disappear.
"Lord of love!" she gasped, sinking to the seat, "that was one of grandmother's willer plates that I promised Ruth.

'Tain't likely I'll ever see hide ner hair of it again.