CHAPTER XII.
The Horn of the Hunter "The dusky night rides down the sky, And ushers in the morn: The hounds all join in glorious cry, The huntsman winds his horn." Leon said our house reminded him of the mourners' bench before any one had "come through." He said it was so deadly with Sally and Shelley away, that he had a big notion to marry Susie Fall and bring her over to liven things up a little.

Mother said she thought that would be a good idea, and Leon started in the direction of Falls', but he only went as far as Deams'.

When he came back he had a great story to tell about dogs chasing their sheep, and foxes taking their geese.

Father said sheep were only safe behind securely closed doors, especially in winter, and geese also.

Leon said every one hadn't as big a barn as ours, and father said there was nothing to prevent any man from building the sized barn he needed to shelter his creatures in safety and comfort, if he wanted to dig in and earn the money to put it up.
There was no answer to that, and Mr.Leon didn't try to make any.
Mostly, he said something to keep on talking, but sometimes he saw when he had better quit.
I was having a good time, myself.