Nevertheless, he slipped hastily from the tree, cut across lots toward the road they must take on their way home, and fifteen minutes later met them when they stopped to rest the horse, as if he was merely sauntering toward the pasture for his cows, and was soon engaged in general conversation upon farm topics that gradually led up toward the furniture.
“Heavy load you’ve got there,” he remarked; “ain’t that there closet big for your haouse?”
Jason was about to say that it was, and that they were going to put it in the barn, when he felt his wife looking daggers, and refrained.
“’Tis big, but we can use it,” she answered dryly, starting up the horse.
“How about selling it and buying somethin’ handier?”
“I ain’t anxious. Get along, Whiteface,” she said, touching the horse with the whip.
“I’ll give yer fifteen dollars for it, here and now, if you’ll leave it to my house,” Abiram shouted as the wagon began to move away.
“’Twouldn’t pay me to turn back.”
“Twenty dollars then.”