[XXIX.]
Bradley discouraged.
The Judge and Mrs. Brown were alarmed at the change in him. He was gloomy and pale, but he protested he was all right.
"I'm going out on the farm. I believe it'll do me good to go out and help Councill put up his hay. It seems to me if I could get physically tired and wolfishly hungry again it would do me good."
The Judge drove him out to Councill's one afternoon. Everybody they met seemed delighted to see him. Mrs. Councill came out to the horse-block, her bare arm held up to shield her eyes.
"Well, Brad Talcott, how are you—anyway? you're jest in time to help me pick berries."
Bradley sprang out and shook hands with hearty force. "Give us your dish."
"H'yare!" yelled Councill from the load of hay he was driving in, "I can use you out here."
"Oh, you go long," replied Mrs. Councill. "He's got better company and a better job."