"
"What are you talking to yourself about, father?"
"Oh! I thought I had seen the last of you to-day."
"Perhaps you will wish you had before night."
"Well, now, Sue! the idea of letting Mr. Minturn rig himself out
like that! There's no use of scaring the crows so long before
corn-planting." And the farmer's guffaw was quickly joined by
Hiram's broad "Yah! yah!"
She frowned a little as she said, "He doesn't look any worse than
I do."
"Come, Mr. Banning, Solomon in all his glory could not so take
your daughter's eye to-day as a goodly number of trees standing
where she wants them. I suggest that you loosen the soil with the
pickaxe, then I can throw it out rapidly. Try it."
The farmer did so, not only for Minturn, but for Hiram also. The
lightest part of the work thus fell to him. "We'll change about,"
he said, "when you get tired."
But Minturn did not get weary apparently, and under this new
division of the toil the number of holes grew apace.
"Sakes alive, Mr. Minturn!" ejaculated Mr. Banning, "one would
think you had been brought up on a farm.
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