"Man or woman?" asked Andrew, with sudden interest.
"Hiram didn't say. I took it was a man." (Andrew's heart sank.) "Suse, did Hiram Green say 'twas a man or a woman had come to board with old Mrs. Morris?"
"He didn't say," called Suse from an inner room.
"Well, it's a lonely place to choose, isn't it?" said Andrew. "Good-night, Mr. Symmons."
"Good-night, good-night. Thank you kindly," said old Sam.
The old mare was buried next day in one of Sam's barren fields.
"Did you get the shoes off her?" Mr. Horne asked as he encountered old Sam returning from the obsequies with an earthy spade over his rounding shoulders.
"No, I didn't," said Sam.
"Did you save her tail to make a fly brush?" queried Mr. Horne.
"No," answered old Sam. "I never thought of it."