"Well, I’m not like others; but never mind, Indiana—that’s true enough—I ought to be glad to be tolerated on any terms." He smiled resignedly around on the circle. He was afraid he had gone too far. At all events, their little skirmishes generally ended this way. Indiana felt a slight misgiving as she took up her book again. Glen, her slave and comrade, was one person, but Glen, who wished to be taken seriously, with a pale set face and glowing eyes, was another. "What are you making, ma?" inquired Stillwater. "A little woolen cape, with a darling hood attached, for Indiana. Just to put on her when she’s roaming after dinner in the mountains. It’s so chilly there, when the sun goes down." "You’re always making something for her," said Stillwater. "She’s the best mother I ever had," remarked Indiana, proudly fingering her little dimity skirt. Mrs. Stillwater blushed with happiness, and looked with almost tearful love on this child, who showed such unparalleled appreciation of her mother’s efforts. "Sing ’My Georgia Lady Love,’ Glen!" said Mrs. Bunker. Glen struck a few notes on his mandolin and sang in a very pleasing baritone. "My Georgia Lady Love, my Southern Queen, How your brown eyes do shine like stars above, There’s not a girl can equal you, My Georgia Lady Love—Love." "Kitty, you were never so welcome in your life," said Stillwater, as Kitty appeared with the tea-tray. She was followed by a farm-hand carrying a table and a camp-stool. Mrs. Bunker seated herself, and commenced pouring out the tea. "Go ahead with the second verse, Glen!" "One day I said, ’I love you, Sue, Believe me, gal, I will be true.’ She slowly dropped her head, And then she softly said: ’Mister Johnson, ’deed I loves you too. My Georgia Lady Love, my Southern Queen." "There’s a circus to-night," volunteered Kitty. "Circus!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "Oh, I want to go," said Indiana. "Let’s stuff the big hay wagon full of straw and pillows," cried Mrs. Bunker. "It’s full moon; we’ll have a grand ride, eh, Ratio?" Ratio looked visibly delighted. "Well, you know what he said, ’Rest and quiet.’" "Pa, you’re forever quoting that old mummy," said Indiana. "He’s like the ghost in Hamlet. It’s settled; we’ll go." "Well, what’s the matter, Kitty? Got anything on your mind?" "No, sir; but Jim Tuttle’s invited me to the circus, and I’d like to go, if the ladies don’t object." "Not at all, not at all," said Stillwater, with an amiable wave of his hand. Kitty left the orchard in high glee. "She did well to ask you, instead of me, sly thing," said Mrs. Bunker. "That girl’s too fond of pleasure." "Now grandma—we were young ourselves, once." "Speak for yourself, Ratio. I’m going to the kitchen to make some taffy. There’s just enough time for it to cool. We’ll take it along and give it to all the youngsters."