Rose laid him upon the lounge in the cozy sitting-room, and, waiting for a moment to see Florence started with the supper, for which they were all ready, hurried away to the barn, where she could hear Cassie whistling, and talking to the cows as she milked.
Out from the kitchen’s open door appetizing odors of coffee and frying ham stole to greet the two girls, as they 303 came towards the house with their brimming pails of frothy milk.
“It smells good,” said Cassie, “and I’m as hungry as a tramp——”
“Oh, Cassie! why did you say that? I’ve just been trying not to think about tramps. I always feel creepy when I’m about the barn after dark, anyway, and now——”
“Well, my saying that won’t bring any along.”
“They are positively the only things in the world that I’m afraid of.”
“Well, then, I’m not afraid of them. And suppose one should come? Surely three great stout girls ought to be able to take care of themselves.”
“Oh, Cassie, dear, please stop talking about them! I feel as if one were stepping on my heels. Let’s run.”