"You were never more mistaken in your life, Mrs. Blake."
"May be so," she said, as if quite unconvinced.
I turned the conversation rather abruptly:—
"Will ten dollars be too much to entrust Mrs. Larkum with at once?"
"Dear heart, you might give her fifty, if you had it. She'd be jest as saving of it as—well as I'd be myself, and I call myself next door to stingy."
"I am so glad; one likes to know the most will be made of what they give."
"If you don't mind, I'll put on my shawl and go with you."
"I was going to ask you to do so."
"I'll jest set on the pot for Dan'el's dinner first. Twelve o'clock soon comes these short days." Mrs. Blake threw a faded woolen shawl over her head, and taking a short path across the field we started for Mrs. Larkum's, Tiger limping after us.
I thought Mrs. Blake's snug kitchen quite a nest of comfort after I had taken a survey of the Larkum's abode.