She was silent for some time.

At last she said, half timidly, "Farmer Hartley, you promised to tell me more about your father some day.

Don't you think this would be a good time?
I have been so much interested by what I have heard of him." "That's curus, now," said Farmer Hartley slowly, flicking the dust with the long lash of his whip.

"It's curus, Huldy, that you sh'd mention Father jest now, 'cause I happened to be thinkin' of him myself that very minute.

Old Father," he added meditatively, "wal, surely, he _was_ a character, Father was.