"I shall try to find out what Tom talks to you about, when he comes back from Florida. I shall scold him if he indulges in nonsense."
"It will be neither sense nor nonsense. I shall be gone long before then."
"Gone whither?"
"Home—to Shampuashuh. I have been wanting to speak to you about it,
Mrs. Wishart. I must go in a very few days."
"Nonsense! I shall not let you. I cannot get along without you. They don't want you at home, Lois."
"The garden does. And the dairy work will be more now in a week or two; there will be more milk to take care of, and Madge will want help."
"Dairy work! Lois, you must not do dairy work. You will spoil your hands."
Lois laughed. "Somebody's hands must do it. But Madge takes care of the dairy. My hands see to the garden."
"Is it necessary?"
"Why, yes, certainly, if we would have butter or vegetables; and you would not counsel us to do without them. The two make half the living of the family."