His face wore a grave expression, and not a line relaxed as, catching the minister's look, he slowly covered his left eye in a deliberate wink.
"Well ?--and how did it go off ?" asked Alice, from where she knelt by the oven door, a few minutes later.
For answer, Theron threw himself wearily into the big old farm rocking-chair on the other side of the stove, and shook his head with a lengthened sigh.
"If it wasn't for that man Gorringe of yours," he said dejectedly, "I think I should feel like going off--and learning a trade.".