"Mebby. I'd orter ketch somethin' with this. I never see sech silk. It's much handsomer than the one Homer Bisbee's bride hed when she come here from the city. It's orful the way she wastes. Would you b'lieve it, David, the fust batch of pies she made, she never pricked, and they all puffed up and bust. David, look here! What's in this envylope? Forever and way back, ef it hain't a five-doller bill and a letter. I hain't got my glasses handy. Read it." "Dear Miss Rhody," read the boy in his musical voice, "silk is none too good for you, and I want you to wear this and wear it out. If you don't, I'll never send you another. I thought you might want some more trimmings, so I send you a five for same. Sincerely yours, Joe." "I don't need no trimmin's, excep' fifty cents for roochin's." "I'll tell you what to do, Miss Rhody. When you get your dress made we'll go into town and you can get your picture taken in the dress and give it to Joe when he comes back." "That's jest what I'll do. I never hed my likeness took. David, you've got an orful quick mind. Is Joe coming home? I thought he callated to go West." "Not until fall. He's going to spend the summer in his shanty boat on the river." "I'll hurry up and get it made up afore he comes. Tell me what he sent all your folks." "Joe's a generous boy, like his ma's folks," she continued, when he had enumerated their gifts. "I am glad fer him that his pa and his stepmother was so scrimpin'. David, would you b'lieve it, in that great big house of the Forbeses thar wa'n't never a tidy on a chair, and not a picter on the wall! It was mighty lucky for Joe that his stepmother died fust, so he got all the money." David hastened home and sought his retreat in the orchard with one of his books. M'ri, curious to know what his selection had been, scanned the titles of the remaining eleven volumes. "Well, who would have thought of a boy's preferring fairy tales!" David read until dinner time, but spent the afternoon with Uncle Larimy and Jud in the woods, where they received good instruction in rifle practice. After supper he settled comfortably down with a book, from which he was recalled by a plaintive little wail. "I haven't had a bit of fun to-day, Davey, and it's Saturday, and you haven't played with me at all!" The book closed instantly. "Come on out doors, Janey," he invited.