"
"I don't know any better this time, and just yearn for those
overalls."
"To the house, then, and see mother before you become a wreck."
Farmer Banning looked after him and shook his head. Hiram spoke
his employer's thought, "Dar ar gem'lin act like he gwine ter set
hisself out on dis farm."
Sue had often said, "I can never be remarkable for anything; but I
won't be commonplace." So she did not leave her guest in the
parlor while she rushed off for a whispered conference with her
mother. The well-bred simplicity of her manner, which often
stopped just short of brusqueness, was never more apparent than
now. "Mother!" she called from the parlor door.
The old lady gave a few final directions to her maid-of-all-work,
and then appeared.
"Mother, this is Mr. Minturn, one of my city friends, of whom I
have spoken to you. He is bent on helping me set out trees."
"Yes, Mrs. Banning, so bent that your daughter found that she
would have to employ her dog to get me off the place."
Now, it had so happened that in discussing with her mother the
young men whom she had met, Sue had said little about Mr.
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