"Please, Farmer Hartley," she said in a low voice, "please try to forget that first day.

It isn't my views that have changed," she added, "it is I myself.

I don't--I really don't _think_ I am the same girl who came here a month ago." "No, my gal," said the farmer, heartily, "I don't think ye are." He walked along in silence for a few minutes, and then said, "'Tis curus how folks kin sometimes change 'emselves, one way or the other.

'Tain't so with critturs; 't least so fur's I've obsarved.

The way they're born, that way they'll stay.