"And who is the great master?"
"Yourself."
"Right, boy! Let's command our hearts to be happy."
The great, bare maple was harping dolefully in the wind. Trove went for the mare, and Tunk rode down the hill with him in the cutter.
"Things here ain't what they used t' be," said Tunk.
"No?"
"Widder, she takes on awful. Great changes!"
There was a moment of silence.
"I ain't the same dum fool I used t' be," Tunk added presently.
"What's happened to you?"