"Why, Marty!" she cried. "Don't you like to see 'a good task well done?'"
"Ya-as,—by somebody else," grinned that young hopeful. "Come on an' sit down, Janice."
"Haven't got time," laughed his cousin
"Pshaw! 'Time was made for slaves'—that's what Walky Dexter says.
Say! let's go up to see the Shower Bath."
"How about the potatoes?"
"Shucks! I've done a good stint, ain't I? Dad can't expect me to work all the time. An' I bet he ain't doin' a livin' thing himself but settin' down talkin' somewhere."
Janice, though shaking her head silently, thought this was more than likely to be true. And Marty would not leave her in peace; so she was willing to desert the carrot patch. But she had cleaned up quite a piece of the bed and was proud of it.
Marty sauntered along by her side as they passed through the barnyard and paddock. It was plain that what Marty had said about currying the horses was quite true. The beasts' winter coats still clung to them in rags. And the poor cow!
A couple of lean shoats squealed in a pen.
"What makes them so noisy, Marty?" asked his cousin.