Then his face brightened.

"I tell you what let's do!" he exclaimed.

"Get on your street dress, and we'll take a long walk, way out into the country.

You've never seen the basin, where they float the log-rafts in, or the big sawmills.

The hills beyond give you almost mountain effects, they are so steep; and they say there's a sulphur spring among the slate on the hill-side, somewhere, with trees all about it; and we could take some sandwiches with us--" "You forget," put in Mrs.Ware,--"those trustees are coming at eleven." "So they are!" assented the young minister, with something like a sigh.
He cast another reluctant, lingering glance at the sunlit elm boughs, and, turning, went indoors.
He loitered for an aimless minute in the kitchen, where his wife, her sleeves rolled to the elbow, now resumed the interrupted washing of the breakfast dishes--perhaps with vague visions of that ever-receding time to come when they might have a hired girl to do such work.