He swung his axe to his shoulder, and marched away, very straight, with a curious feeling that some city people were looking at him.
The boys and the girls and the older people were all remarkably ready for that dinner as soon as it was on the table.
"Pen," said Susie, "I didn't know chopping down trees would make me so hungry."
"Yes," said Deacon Farnham, "it's as bad as killing deer. Port and Corry are suffering from that. You did your chopping, as they did their deer-killing, at a safe distance."
After dinner it was a puzzle to everybody where the time went, it got away so fast. Pen took Susie all over the house, and showed her every thing in it, from the apples in the cellar to the spinning-wheel that had been carried up stairs the day before, and would have to come down again to-morrow.
"Aunt Judith's got a pile of wool, Susie. You ought to see it. She's going to spin enough yarn to last her all next summer."
"I'll get her to teach me to spin."
"Can you knit? If you can't, I'll teach you how. It's awful easy, as soon as you know."
Susie told Pen about her tidies and crochet-work and some other things, and was getting a little the best of it, until Pen asked very doubtfully,—
"Can you heel a stocking? It's worse, a good deal, than just to narrow 'em in at the toes. Aunt Judith says there ain't many women nowadays that can heel a stocking."