"I never see anybody yet
that didn't want to pick out her own stint; but mebbe if we got just the
one we wanted it wouldn't be no stint! Land o' liberty, what's that!"
There was a crash of falling tin pans, and Samantha flew to investigate
the cause. About ten minutes later she returned, more heated than ever,
and threw herself for the second time into the high-backed rocker.
"That dog's been givin' me a chase, I can tell you! He clawed and
scratched so in the shed that I put him in the wood-house; and he went
and clim' up on that carpenter's bench, and pitched out that little
winder at the top, and fell on to the milk-pan shelf and scattered every
last one of 'em, and then upsot all my cans of termatter plants. But I
couldn't find him, high nor low. All to once I see by the dirt on the
floor that he'd squirmed himself through the skeeter-nettin' door int'
the house, and then I surmised where he was. Sure enough, I crep'
upstairs and there he was, layin' between the two children as snug as
you please. He was snorin' like a pirate when I found him, but when I
stood over the bed with a candle I could see 't his wicked little eyes
was wide open, and he was jest makin' b'lieve sleep in hopes I'd leave
him where he was. Well, I yanked him out quicker 'n scat, 'n' locked him
in the old chicken house, so I guess he'll stay out, now. For folks that
claim to be no blood relation, I declare him 'n' the boy 'n' the baby
beats anything I ever come across for bein' fond of one 'nother!"
There were dreams at the White Farm that night.
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