"
Mrs. Armstrong seemed surprised. "Why!" she exclaimed, "I thought
you lived in that dear little old house next door here. I was told
that you owned it."
Jed nodded. "Yes, ma'am," he said, "I do own it, but I don't live
in it. I used to live there, but I ain't for quite a spell now."
"I don't see how you could bear to give it up. It looks so quaint
and homey, and if the inside is as delightful as the outside it
must be quite wonderful. And the view is the best in town, isn't
it?"
Jed was pleased. "Why, yes, ma'am, 'tis pretty good," he admitted.
"Anyhow, most folks seem to cal'late 'tis. Wouldn't you like to
come out and look at it?"
Barbara clapped her hands. "Oh, yes, Mamma, do!" she cried.
Her mother hesitated. "I don't know that we ought to trouble Mr.
Winslow," she said. "He is busy, you know."
Jed protested. "It won't be a mite of trouble," he declared.
"Besides, it ain't healthy to work too long at a stretch. That
is," he drawled, "folks say 'tain't, so I never take the risk."
Mrs. Armstrong smiled and followed him out into the yard, where
Miss Barbara had already preceded them. The view over the edge of
the bluff was glorious and the grass in the yard was green, the
flowers bright and pretty and the shadows of the tall lilac bushes
by the back door of the little white house cool and inviting.
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