"It's a wonder he gave us that much consideration," said Indiana loftily.
"I reckon he thought he was humoring me. I guess he thinks I'm a gone case." Stillwater slapped his knee. "Well, I've been doing some tall thinking on my own account and it's come to this." He rose and looked at his wife. "In the old days when I was coaxing the ground, I never had these feelings, mother."
"Oh, no!"
"I'm going back to nature. I'm going to buy a farm. I know just where to lay my hands on one in Indiana. Spring is coming. I'm going to live on it and work on it, till I'm a new man again."
"I second that motion," said Mrs. Bunker, bringing her hand down on the table.
"And I," cried Indiana. "We'll all go farming."
"Well, mother, you're not saying a word."
She smiled up at him. Her eyes were full of tears.
"It—it will be like the old days," she said.
"Here are the hats!" cried Indiana, as Kitty, the maid, entered staggering under the weight of a number of boxes. They all became immediately interested in the absorbing question of spring headgear.