There is much that is quaintly tender in this little story. The author has succeeded in sustaining the atmosphere she has so skilfully created. One hardly needs the aid of the illustrations to assist in forming a mental picture of the little Kentucky village and its people of the middle of the last century.
man curiosity!" he murmured. "Reckon I was most too brave in tryin' to make things worse, and yet I never dreamed folks would think I was runnin' after Peachy Williams this trip. She----"
Lower and lower Ambrose seemed to be gradually settling down into his gig, although finding some trouble in disposing of so great a length of leg.
Finally he sighed: "Kind of wish I had brought old Moses along fer comp'ny." For the boy was feeling that need for companionship that comes after all mental strain. "But then Moses ain't like dogs; he's so bothersome he's most human--always either wantin' you to do something fer him or to set up and take notice of what he is doin'."
Relapsing into silence after this, which was soon followed by a more usual and serene state of mind, the young man shortly after took out from his duster pocket a withered russet apple left over from the winter store, and thoughtfully sunk his teeth in it. Then gradually his tranquillity deepened, increased by the recollection of h