“I suppose Annie and Sarah have but little time to help you now? No wonder you are tired,” said Effie.
“No; they cannot help us except on a rainy day. But I never churn alone. Aunt Elsie helps me. It took us three hours last time.”
“I shouldna wonder if that is the reason that Aunt Elsie’s shoulder is worse,” said Effie, with a sigh.
“Is it worse?” asked Christie. “She has said nothing about it.”
“No; she says there is no use in complaining. But I do hope she is not going to be ill, as she was before. It would be terrible for us all.”
“I hope not, indeed,” said Christie; and in a moment she added, “You would need to bide at home then, Effie.”
Effie shook her head.
“No; I should need all the more to be away if that were to happen. What should we all do for shoes, if it werena for my school-money?”
Christie’s countenance fell; but in a little time she said—
“But the harvest is a great deal better this year, Effie.”