Good morning." He almost ran down the hill and crossed the creek at the wading place.
As he splashed through, the voice of the housekeeper reached his ears.
"Cold mud's the best thing," she screamed.

"Put it on thick.

It takes out the smart.

Good and thick, mind!" For the next hour or two the lightkeeper's helper moved about his household tasks in a curious frame of mind.

He was thoroughly angry--or thought he was--and very much disturbed.