"It ain't a good idee to go slidin' down hill in the summer-time an' in the dark, too.

Le's have a game o' cards." I remember that we had three merry games and went to bed.

All outward signs of our trouble had vanished in the glow of the candles.
Next day I rode to the post-office and found there a book addressed to me in the handwriting of old Kate.

It was David Hoffman's _Course of Legal Study_.

She had written on its fly-leaf: "To Barton Baynes, from a friend." "That woman 'pears to like you purty thorough," said Uncle Peabody.
"Well, let her if she wants to--poor thing!" Aunt Deel answered.