And then, in a graver tone, and removing his battered straw hat, "I don't never seem to see the glory of the Lord no plainer than in a hay-field, a day like this.

Yes, sir! if a man can't be a Christian on a farm in summer, he can't be it nowhere.

Amen!" and Farmer Hartley put on his hat and proceeded straightway to business.

"Now, Huldy," he said, "here ye be! I'm goin' to load up this riggin', an' ye kin stay round here a spell, if ye like, an' run home _when_ ye like.

Ye kin find the way, I reckon ?" "Oh, yes!" said Hilda; "yes, indeed! But I shall stay here for a while, and watch you.