He was waiting for something, he hardly knew what.

He had not even his wife's driving voice to stimulate him to exertion.
There was no one now to care for Mrs.Anderson but Julia, for Cynthy had taken up her abode in the log-cabin which Jonas had bought, and a happier housekeeper never lived.

She watched Jonas till he disappeared when he went to work in the morning, she carried him a "snack" at ten o'clock, and headways found her standing "like a picter" at the gate, when he came home to dinner.

But Cynthy Ann generally spent her afternoons at Anderson's, helping "that young thing" to bear her responsibilities, though Mrs.Anderson would receive no personal attentions now from any one but her daughter.

She did not scold; her querulous restlessness was but a reminiscence of her scolding.