One of ye shall go t' buy Merry a new dress," he said as he glanced at the house and saw the smoke pouring out the stove-pipe.

"Merry 's a good girl; she's stood by her old pap when other girls 'u'd 'a' gone back on 'im." While currying horses he went all over the ground of the quarrel yesterday, and he began to see it in a different light.

He began to see that Lyman was a good man and an able man, and that his own course was a foolish one.
"When I git mad," he confessed to himself, "I don't know anythin'.

But I won't give her up.

She ain't old 'nough t' marry yet--and, besides, I need her." After finishing his chores, as usual, he went to the well and washed his face and hands, then entered the kitchen--to find the tea-kettle boiling over, and no signs of breakfast anywhere, and no sign of the girl.
"Well, I guess she felt sleepy this mornin'.