"If I hadn't 'a' been robbed I wouldn't 'a' come here--I never'd met Merry.

Thunder and jimson root! Wasn't that a narrow escape ?" And then he laughed so heartily that the girl looked out of the window again to see what in the world he was doing.

He had his hat in his hand and was whacking his thigh with it.
"Lyman Gilman, what in the world ails you to-day?
It's perfectly ridiculous the way you yell and talk t' y'rself out there on the chips.
You beat the hens, I declare if you don't." Lime put on his hat and walked up to the window, and, resting his great bare arms on the sill, and his chin on his arms, said: "Merry, I'm goin' to tackle 'Dad' this afternoon.

He'll be settin' up the new seeder, and I'm goin' t' climb right on the back of his neck.
He's jest _got_ t' give me a chance." Marietta looked sober in sympathy.
"Well! P'raps it's best to have it over with, Lime, but someway I feel kind o' scary about it." Lime stood for a long time looking in at the window, watching the light-footed girl as she set the table in the middle of the sun-lighted kitchen floor.

The kettle hissed, the meat sizzled, sending up a delicious odor; a hen stood in the open door and sang a sort of cheery half-human song, while to and fro moved the sweet-faced, lithe and powerful girl, followed by the smiling eyes at the window.
"Merry, you look purty as a picture.