Course I don't blame the Davidsons, in one way, you understand, but--" "I do.

I blame them in every way.

They must have been unspeakable.
Mr.Winslow, I hope you will consider Babbie and me not merely tenants and neighbors, but friends--real friends." Jed did not reply for at least a minute.

Then he said: "I'm afraid you'll be kind of lonesome; my friends are like corn sprouts in a henyard, few and scatterin'." "So much the better; we shall feel that we belong to select company." He did not thank her nor answer, but walked slowly on through the dining-room and kitchen, where he opened the door and stepped out upon the grass.

There he stood for a moment, gazing at the sky, alternately puckering his lips and opening them, but without saying a word.