"We've got a long ride before us, and I don't feel quite as well as common this spring.

Of course I didn't understand how it happened, and I felt kind of hurt; it was only natural.

I see how it was, now.
'Lisha, hadn't you better slip out and see how the horse is standing ?" The little woman thrust her own white handkerchief into her husband's hand as he started.

"You put that red one under the wagon seat," she whispered loud in his ear.

Then she and the little girls in blue returned to their chairs.