"'Tis spoiled.

The whole churning is smoked and spoiled--and the churn, too!" Halstead, meantime, was getting down from the chair, still very hot and red.

"Well, I warmed the old thing up once!" he muttered defiantly.
"'Twas coming, too.

'Twould have come in one minute more!" But neither grandmother nor the girls vouchsafed him another look.

After a glance round, Addison drew back, shutting the kitchen door, and resumed his pencil.