But they wa'ant no place to put it, and I dassent let him know I'd been up to the cabin.

Mebby I can fetch a boy some day and hire him to dive for it.

How long can a plate be in water and not get spiled anyway?
Now what'll I do?
My head's all in a whirl! I'll bet my bosom is a sticking out with his letters 'til he'll notice and take them from me." She gripped her hands across her chest and sat staring at the Harvester as he stopped on the bridge, and seeing her attitude and distressed face, he sprang from the wagon.
"Why Granny, are you sick ?" he cried anxiously.
"Yes!" gasped Granny Moreland.

"Yes, David, I am! I'm a miserable woman.
I never was in sech a shape in all my days." "Let me help you to the cabin, and I'll see what I can do for you," offered the Harvester.
"No.

This is jest out of your reach," said the old lady.