"Then we'll get in the pumpkins this afternoon, and bury the potatoes, and the cabbage and turnips, and then we're aboot fixed fra winter." "We must take one day, and gather our nuts," suggested Jimmy, struggling to make his voice sound natural, "and you forgot the apples.
We must bury thim too." "That's so," said Dannie, "and when that's over, we'll hae nothing left to do but catch the Bass, and say farewell to the Kingfisher." "I've already told you that I would relave you of all responsibility about the Bass," said Jimmy, "and when I do, you won't need trouble to make your adieus to the Kingfisher of the Wabash.

He'll be one bird that won't be migrating this winter." Dannie tried to laugh.

"I'd like fall as much as any season of the year," he said, "if it wasna for winter coming next." "I thought you liked winter, and the trampin' in the white woods, and trappin', and the long evenings with a book." "I do," said Dannie.

"I must have been thinkin' of Mary.

She hated last winter so.