He work and work and fret and worry for me and Marie, and sometimes he just sit and look at me and say not a word.' "I say to her that there will be good crop, and next year we will be ver' happy.

So, the time go on, and I send up a leetla snack of pork and molass' and tabac, and sugar and tea, and I get a letter from Bargon bimeby, and he say that heverything go right, he t'ink, this summer.
He say I must come up.

It is not dam easy to go in the summer, when the mill run night and day; but I say I will go.
"When I get up to Bargon's I laugh, for all the hunder' acre is ver' fine, and Bargon stan' hin the door, and stretch out his hand, and say: 'Rachette, there is six hunder' dollar for me.' I nod my head, and fetch out a horn, and he have one, his eyes all bright like a lime-kiln.

He is thin and square, and his beard grow ver' thick and rough and long, and his hands are like planks.

Norinne, she is ver' happy, too, and Marie bite on my finger, and I give him sugar-stick to suck.
"Bimeby Norinne say to me, ver' soft: 'If a hailstorm or a hot wind come, that is the end of it all, and of my poor Gal.' "What I do?
I laugh and ketch Marie under the arms, and I sit down, and I put him on my foot, and I sing that dam funny English song--'Here We Go to Banbury Cross.' An' I say: 'It will be all as happy as Marie pretty quick.