"Then why don't you eat one?"
"I don't want it just now, Mr. Simlins—I'd rather finish my work."
"Work!" said the farmer taking an apple. "Well—good evening! I'll go and look after my work. I guess we'll fix it. There's a sight o' work in the world!"
With which moral reflection Mr. Simlins departed.
"There'll be more work than sight, at this rate," said Mr. Linden when he came back from the front door. "Mrs. Derrick, how many stockings does Miss Faith absolutely require for one day?"
"Why I don't know sir—and I don't believe I ever did know since she was big enough to run about," said Mrs. Derrick, her mind still dwelling upon the house.
"Miss Faith, my question stands transferred to you."
"Why you know," said Faith, intent upon the motions of her needle,—"I might require to mend in one day what would last me to wear a good many—and I do."
"But,
'The day is done—and the darkness
Falls from the wing of night.'"