"Proud of you! I couldn't have done as well myself." "Yes, Joseph, they're chips of the old block!" grandmother chimed in.
"And we've beaten that wicked woman!" Mrs.Lurvey, as I may add here, was far from sharing in our exultation.
She was a person of violent temper.

It was said that she shook with rage when she heard what we boys had done.

But her lawyer advised her to keep quiet.
During the next two weeks the birch bolts were drawn to our mill, four miles down Lurvey's Stream, and sawn into thin strips and dowels, then shipped in bundles, by rail and schooner from Portland, to New York; and the contract netted the old Squire about twenty-five hundred dollars above the cost of the birch.
But as I look back on it, I am inclined to think that Aunt Olive was the real heroine of that strenuous week.
NOTE.

The following recipe will make a sufficient quantity of "white monkey" for three persons.

Put over the fire one pint of new milk in a double boiler.