John," and he turned toward me, "see to friend Burns's horse, and help your mother to prepare the dinner." Out in the rude shed, which, answered as a kitchen during summer weather, I ventured to ask: "Mother, do you suppose he will take the little girl ?" "I hope so, John," she answered, soberly; "but your father must decide himself.

He will not tell us until he has thought it all out alone.".