Poor Sary! she was in a dretful takin', sure enough!" "Why, what was the matter ?" asked Dame Hartley, as she trimmed and lighted the great lamp, and drew the short curtains of Turkey red cotton across the windows.

"Is Abner sick again!" "Shouldn't wonder if he was, by this time," replied the farmer; "but he warn't at the beginnin' of it.

I'll tell ye how 'twas;" and he sat down in his great leather chair, and stretched his legs out comfortably before him, while his wife filled his pipe and brought it to him,--a little attention which she never forgot.

"Sary, she bought a new bunnit yisterday!" Farmer Hartley continued, puffing away at the pipe.

"She's kind o' savin', ye know, Sary is [Nurse Lucy nodded, with a knowing air], and she hadn't had a new bunnit for ten years.