Always something wants doing there." He stood thinking and looking as cold and hard as could be while I waited for him to speak again; but he did not for quite five minutes, during which time he stood picking up my comb and dropping it back into the hair-brush.
"Yes," he said suddenly, "I should go in for those late lettuces if I was Ezra.

He'd find a good sale for them when salads were getting scarce.

Celery's very good, but people don't like to be always tied down to celery and endives--a tough kind of meat at the best of times.
If you write home--no, this is home now--if you write to Brother Ezra, you say I hope he'll keep his word about the lettuces.

Good-night!" I felt puzzled as soon as he had gone, and had not the slightest idea how I felt towards the people with whom I was to pass months--perhaps years.
"I shall never like Mrs Solomon," I said to myself dolefully; "and I shall only like him half and half--liking him sometimes and not caring for him at others." I was very tired, and soon after I was lying in the cool sweet sheets thinking about my new home, and watching the dimly-seen window; and then it seemed to be all light and to look over Old Brownsmith's garden, where Shock was pelting at me with pellets of clay thrown from the end of a switch.

And all the time he came nearer and nearer till the pellets went right over my shoulder, and they grew bigger till they were peaches that he kept sticking on the end of the switch, and as he threw them they broke with a noise that was like the word _Push_! I wanted to stop him, but I could not till he threw one peach with all his might, and the switch caught me across the back, and I retaliated by taking it away and thrashing him.
Then I woke with a start, and found I had been dreaming.