We remembered we were camping out, and declined to have meat from the butcher.
John had not been gone more than ten minutes before we saw Mr.Ball approaching.
"Oh, I hope he isn't going to say we can't stay!" exclaimed Euphemia.
"How d'ye do ?" said Mr.Ball, shaking hands with us.

"Did you stick it out all night ?" "Oh yes, indeed," I replied, "and expect to stick it out for a many more nights if you don't object to our occupying your land." "No objection in the world," said he; "but it seems a little queer for people who have a good house to be living out here in the fields in a tent, now, don't it ?" "Oh, but you see," said I, and I went on and explained the whole thing to him,--the advice of the doctor, the discussion about the proper place to go to, and the good reasons for fixing on this spot.
"Ye-es," said he, "that's all very well, no doubt.

But how's the girl ?" "What girl ?" I asked.
"Your girl.

The hired girl you left at the house." "Oh, she's all right," said I; "she's always well." "Well," said Mr.Ball, slowly turning on his heel, "if you say so, I suppose she is.

But you're going up to the house to-day to see about her, aren't you ?" "Oh, no," said Euphemia.