Bagley went home with some new ideas under his tattered old hat. At half-past twelve he was on hand, ready for work.
"That dog that tried to bite ye is dead and buried," he said, "and I hope I buried some of my dog natur' with 'im."
"You've shown your good sense. But I haven't time to talk now. The old man has mown a good deal of grass. I want you to shake it out, and, as soon as he says it's dry enough, to rake it up. Toward night I'll be out with the wagon, and we'll stow all that's fit into the barn. To-morrow I want your two eldest children to come and pick berries."
"I'm in fer it, Mr. Durham. You've given me your hand, and I'll show yer how that goes furder with me than all the blood-and-thunder talk in Maizeville," said Bagley, with some feeling.
"Then you'll show that you can be a man like the rest of us," I said, as I hastened to our early dinner.
My wife beamed and nodded at me. "I'm not going to say anything to set you up too much," she said. "You are great on problems, and you are solving one even better than I hoped."
"It isn't solved yet," I replied. "We have only started Bagley and his people on the right road. It will require much patience and good management to keep them there. I rather think you'll have the hardest part of the problem yet on your hands. I have little time for problems now, however, except that of making the most of this season of rapid growth and harvest. I declare I'm almost bewildered when I see how much there is to be done on every side. Children, we must all act like soldiers in the middle of a fight. Every stroke must tell. Now, we'll hold a council of war, so as to make the most of the afternoon's work. Merton, how are the raspberries?"
"There are more ripe, papa, than I thought there would be."
"Then, Winnie, you and Bobsey must leave the weeding in the garden and help Merton pick berries this afternoon."
"As soon as it gets cooler," said my wife, "Mousie and I are going to pick, also."