I'll get me a barrel of my own, and hire Simpson to fill it four times a week, if you please! And I'll put a lid with a padlock on it, so Katie dear can't rob me in the night--and I'll use a whole quart at a time to wash dishes, and two quarts when I take a bath! I shall," she asserted with much emphasis, "lie in luxury, James!" Andy laughed and waved his hand toward One Man Creek.

"That's all right--but how would you like to have that running past your house, so you could wake up in the night and hear it go gurgle-gurgle?
Wouldn't that be all right ?" Rosemary Allen clasped her two gloved hands together and drew a long breath.

"I should want to run out and stop it," she declared.

"To think of water actually running around loose in this world!! And think of us up on that dry prairie, paying fifty cents a barrel for it--and a lot slopped out of the barrel on the road!" She glanced down into Andy's love-lighted eyes, and her own softened.

She placed her hand on his shoulder and shook her head at him with a tender remonstrance.
"I know, boy--but it isn't in me to give up anything I set out to do, any more than it is in you.