I
don't want to see it again. Come into the house. The woman is making a
johnny-cake and fryin' some sausage."
They had a happy half-hour at the table, Mrs. Brimstead being in better
spirits since her husband had got back to his farming. Annabel, her form
filling with the grace and charm of womanhood, was there and more comely
than ever.
They had been speaking of Jack Kelso's death.
"I heard him say once that when he saw a beautiful young face it reminded
him of noble singing and the odor of growing corn," said Samson.
"I'd rather see the face," Joe remarked, whereupon they all laughed and
the boy blushed to the roots of his blond hair.
"He's become a man of good judgment," said Brimstead.
Annabel's sister Jane who had clung to the wagon in No Santa Claus Land
was a bright-eyed, merry-hearted girl of twelve. The boy Robert was a
shy, good-looking lad a little younger than Josiah.
"Well, what's the news?" Samson asked.
"Nothin' has happened since we saw you but the fall of El Dorado,"
Brimstead answered.
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