"No, sir, I'm not afraid of nothin'."
"Then why——"
"'Tain't no use in askin' sir, I can't tell ye. But I want it. I'm going to pray every night for it till I get it. Maybe the Lord will send me one by an angel——"
Barbara suddenly appeared in the door of the stall.
"Speaking of angels," Norman cried, laughing.
"I have an order for you," Barbara said, quickly.
Norman threw his pitchfork full of manure out of the window of the stall, stood the fork in the corner, brushed his hands, and bowed before Barbara.
"What an exquisite picture you make standing in the doorway there with that ocean of blossoming peach trees stretching up the slope until it kisses the sky line. I wish I were an artist."
She looked at him with amazement.
"I expected to find you with murder in your heart. I can't understand."