They asked me no questions at all, and I was so hungry and tired that I volunteered no information.
After supper we went out for half or three quarters of an hour to do some final chores, and Mr.Stanley and I stopped in the cattle yard and looked over the cows, and talked learnedly about the pigs, and I admired his spring calves to his hearts content, for they really were a fine lot.

When we came in again the lamps had been lighted in the sitting-room and the older daughter was at the telephone exchanging the news of the day with some neighbour--and with great laughter and enjoyment.

Occasionally she would turn and repeat some bit of gossip to the family, and Mrs.Stanley would claim: "Do tell!" "Can't we have a bit of music to-night ?" inquired Mr.Stanley.
Instantly Ben and the slim girl, Mary, made a wild dive for the front room--the parlour--and came out with a first-rate phonograph which they placed on the table.
"Something lively now," said Mr.Stanley.
So they put on a rollicking negro song called.

"My Georgia Belle," which, besides the tuneful voices, introduced a steamboat whistle and a musical clangour of bells.

When it wound up with a bang, Mr.Stanley took his big comfortable pipe out of his mouth and cried out: "Fine, fine!" We had further music of the same sort and with one record the older daughter, Kate, broke into the song with a full, strong though uncultivated voice--which pleased us all very much indeed.
Presently Mrs.Stanley, who was sitting under the lamp with a basket of socks to mend, began to nod.
"Mother's giving the signal," said the older son.
"No, no, I'm not a bit sleepy," exclaimed Mrs.Stanley.
But with further joking and laughing the family began to move about.