"Why, you have a good memory, Fairy," said Mr. Carleton. "Do you give the nuts leave to fall of themselves?"
"Oh, sometimes grandpa and I go a nutting," said the little girl, getting lightly over the fence "but we haven't been this year."
"Then it is a pleasure to come yet?"
"No," said Fleda, quietly; "the trees near the house have been stripped; and the only other nice place there is for us to go to, Mr. Didenhover let the Shakers have the nuts. I sha'n't get any this year."
"Live in the woods and not get any nuts! that wont do, Fairy. Here are some fine chestnuts we are coming to what should hinder our reaping a good harvest from these?"
"I don't think there will be any on them," said Fleda; "Mr. Didenhover has been here lately with the men getting in the corn; I guess they have cleared the trees."
"Who is Mr. Didenhover?"
"He is grandpa's man."
"Why didn't you bid Mr. Didenhover let the nuts alone?"
"Oh, he wouldn't mind if he was told," said Fleda. "He does everything just as he has a mind to, and nobody can hinder him. Yes, they've cleared the trees I thought so."