The question was, of course, addressed to John, who had just turned to go to the stable.
"You can't miss it," answered John. "It's a mile up the road, stands a little way back. There's a few hills of potatoes in the front yard. How long since you saw your mother?"
"It's three months."
"Does she know you are coming to-day?"
"No. I would have wrote to her, but my fingers isn't very ready with the pen."
"Nor mine either," said John. "I'd rather take a licking any time than write a letter. Come round and see us some time."
"The boy'll lick me," said Andy, laughing.
"I guess you can manage him."
ANDY AND HIS MOTHER
The house in which the Widow Burke and her