Finally Virginia spoke to me.
"How is our farm ?" she asked.
Now I had not forgotten how she had been kissed by Bob Wade, and probably, while I was outside sulking, by a dozen others.

By instinct again--the instinct of a jealous boy--I started in to punish her.
"All right," I said surlily.
"What crops have you planted ?" she went on.
"About ten acres of wheat," I said, "and the rest of my breaking in corn and oats.

You see, I have to put in all the time I can in breaking." "How is the white heifer ?" she asked, inquiring as to one of my cattle that she had petted a lot.
"She has a calf," said I.
"Oh, has she?
How I wish I could see it! What color is it ?" "Spotted." There followed a long silence, during which we went farther and farther off the road.
"Jake," said the judge, "whose house is that we just passed ?" "It's that new Irishman's," said I."Mike Cosgrove, ain't that his name ?" "Well, then," said the judge, "we're off the road.

Stop!" "Yes," I said, "I made the wrong turn back there.

It's only a little farther." The judge was plainly put out about this.