"I feel considerable better," he called again; "my head ain't nigh so dizzy as 'twas." "You'd better go home, father, and lay down, and see if you can't get a nap," called Barney.
"Yes, I guess I will; I guess 'twould be a good plan," returned the old man, in a pleased voice.

And he went on, clambered clumsily over a stone-wall, disappeared behind some trees, reappeared in the open, then disappeared finally over the slope of the hilly field.
It was just five o'clock in the afternoon.

Presently a woman came hurrying across the field, with some needle-work gathered up in her arms.

She had been spending the afternoon at a neighbor's with her sewing, and was now hastening home to get supper for her husband.

She was a pretty woman, and she had not been married long.