6/7 The father is a regular farmer, you know. Such language! You can really hear him miles away bellowing at those oxen. And the girls are shy, half-wild things--oh, you have no idea! I saw one of them yesterday when we were out driving. She dodged as we came along, for I suppose she was ashamed of her frock, poor child! And the mother--well, I wish you could see her! A little, old, dried-up thing. |