What shall we--oh! what shall we do ?" "I tell you," said the young man.

"Do you see that old yellow farm-house that looks like a church in Chinese mourning." "Yes." "Well--but it will be a great deal of trouble." "Trouble!" cried Rose.

"Don't talk about trouble.

Do you want me to go to that farm-house!" "If you will be so kind.

I stopped there last night.