Kilmeny of the Orchard 
     
    
   
   
    
     thoughtless. N ow that he’s got his eyes 
     
     opened I’m sure he’ll do What is right. I 
     
     don’t want Margaret’s child made un- 
     
     happy” 
     
    

    
     Her husband came to the kitchen door 
     
     and sat down on the steps to enjoy his 
     
     evening smoke, talking between whiffs to 
     
     his wife of Elder Tracy’s church row, and 
     
     Mary Alice Martin’s beau, the price Jake 
     
     Crosby was giving for eggs, the quantity 
     
     of hay yielded by the hill meadow, the 
     
     trouble he was having with old Molly’s - 
     
     calf, and the respective merits of Ply- 
     
     mouth Rock and Brahma roosters. Mrs. 
     
     Williamson answered at random, and 
     
     heard not one word in ten. 
     
    

    
     “ What’s got the Master, Mother? ” in- 
     
     quired old Robert, presently. “ I hear 
     
     him striding up and down in his room ’sif 
     
     he was caged. Sure you didn’t lock him 
     
     in by mistake? ” 
     
    

    
     “ Maybe he’s worried over the way 
     
     Seth Tracy’s acting in school,” suggested 
     
     Mrs. Williamson, who did not choose that 
     
    
   
   
    
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