I stooped down clost, an' he whispered somethin'; but all I could hear was 'di'monds,' and 'dig,' and then in a minute 'twas all over.

Poor old Father! He'd been a good skipper, an' a good man all his days." He was silent for a time, while Hilda pondered over the story, which she could not make up her mind to disbelieve altogether.
"Wal! wal! and here we are at the old farm agin!" said the farmer presently, as old Nancy turned in at the yellow gate.

"Here I've been talkin' the everlastin' way home, ain't I?
You must herry and git into the house, Huldy, for _I_ d' 'no' how the machine's managed to run without ye all this time.

I sha'n't take ye out agin ef I find anythin's wrong.".