"Ain't got no time ter stay indoors." "You might learn it in the evening!" suggested Hilda.
"I can't keep awake evenin's," said the boy, simply.

"Hev to be up at four o'clock to let the cows out, an' I git sleepy, come night.

An' I like it here too," he added.

"I can l'arn 'em easier, weedin'; take ten weeds to a word." "Ten weeds to a word ?" repeated Hilda.

"I don't understand you." "Why," said the boy, looking up at her with wide-open blue eyes, "I take a good stiff word (I like 'em stiff, like that an--an_ti_cipate feller), and I says it over and over while I pull up ten weeds,--big weeds, o' course, pusley and sich.