Now trot along and keep in the shade much as you can.

You're so fresh the sun might spile you." The boy, looking rather foolish, laughed and drove out of the yard.
Seth, his arms full, went back to the kitchen.

He dumped the packages and newspapers on the table and began sorting the letters.
"Here you are, Emeline," he said.

"Here's Miss Graham's mail and somethin' for you." "For me ?" The housekeeper was surprised.

"A letter for me! What is it, I wonder?
Somethin' about sellin' the house maybe." She took the letter from him and turned to the light before opening it.
Seth sat down in the rocker and began inspecting his own assortment of circulars and papers.