Well, I never thought o' offerin' to hire a barn to live in afore, but I s'pose 't'll do till we can look about.

Mebbe we can do better." "But we've taken it for a year, mother," said Mercy, a little dismayed.
"Oh, hev we?
Well, well, I daresay it's comfortable enough; so the sun shines in mornin's, thet's the most I care for.

You'll make any kind o' house pooty to look at inside, an' I reckon we needn't roost on the fences outside, a-lookin' at it, any more'n we choose to.

It does look, for all the world though, like 'Bijah Jenkins's old yaller barn; 'n' thet there jog's jest the way he jined on his cow-shed.

I declare it's too redicklus." And the old lady laughed till she had to wipe her spectacles.
"It could be made very pretty, I think," said Mercy, "for all it is so hideous now.