“Is that all ye got done?” he asked.
“I worked as fast as I could.”
“Fast! Humph, I guess ye must a’ turned it backward part of th’ time. Now git a move on ye. Mrs. Savage want’s ye t’ go t’ th’ store fer some molasses. Don’t be all day, nuther.”
“Shall I hitch up?”
“Hitch up? Not much. Ye kin walk, can’t ye?”
“Certainly, but I thought I might bring back some bran; we need it.”
“I’ll tend t’ that. Hustle now, an’ walk fast.”
Dan did not mind the walk so much this morning, as it would rest his back from the wearisome labor of turning the corn sheller. He got the molasses jug and started off, striking up a whistling chorus.
“Oh, let up on that!” exclaimed Mrs. Savage who was in no very good humor, because the bread had not “come up” properly. “Boys is always makin’ useless noises. Ye’ll walk faster ef ye don’t whistle, an’ I want that molasses t’ make a Johnny cake fer dinner.”
Dan ceased his whistling until he was out of the hearing of Mrs. Savage, and then he began again.