"You er ’bout all the kin I’ve got, Peggy," he said at last, and there was something in the broken way he uttered the few words that caused her to wipe her eyes again furtively on her knitting. "You mus’ stay with me now, Ab, an’ not go wanderin’ off enny more. You’ve be’n keerless erbout your health, I know in reason." "Mebby I have." He met his brother-in-law rather shrinkingly at first, but Sam Upchurch gave him such a hearty welcome, he seemed to grow more at ease. About sundown the children returned from their holiday visit to Rockymount, a small town two miles away across Bear Creek. There were four—three sturdy sunburnt boys and one handsome sunburnt girl. She was the eldest, and Mrs. Upchurch presented her to her uncle with motherly pride. "This is our Tempy, Ab." He looked at the tall, bright-eyed, rose-faced girl with melancholy surprise. He shook hands with her in an awkward, hesitating way. "Why, she’s grown, Peggy." "Yes, grown, an’ talkin’ er gittin’ married," said Peggy with a laugh and a sigh. "Law, now, ma, jes’ lis’en at you!" cried Tempy, blushing crimson and retreating to the kitchen. The young people eyed the new-comer cautiously, and would have little to say to him; but the elders used all their homely arts to entertain him and make him comfortable. After supper, when they had returned from the kitchen to the entry, he grew more communicative. The boys were off in the thickets bird-thrashing, and Tempy sat in the best room with Jeff Morgan, her sweetheart, who lived in an adjoining settlement, and came on Saturday evening, and remained until Monday morning. So the older people were sitting alone in the entry, and Sam Upchurch smoked his pipe, and Peggy dipped snuff, but Dyer declined joining them in using tobacco. "Had ter quit that years ergo. I have had ups an’ downs sence the war. One time I went down inter the piny woods of Alabama an’ j’ined the gopher traders, but it wasn’t a payin’ business, an’ I quit it an’ sot up ter teachin’ school. If you can spell _baker_ you can teach school in them diggin’s. Then I tuk it inter my head to settle down an’ have er home; but Susan she died, and the little un had ter go too, an’ I’ve jes’ be’n knockin’ erbout ever sence." His poor thin hands worked nervously, and his head drooped dejectedly again. How sharply his empty, desolate life contrasted with his sister’s busy, useful, happy one! Her husband was beside her; the shouts of her boys floated up from the pine thickets where their torches flashed in and out like the flame of a "Jack-o’-lantern," and occasionally Tempy’s full, hearty laugh rang out. The sister thought of it with a sigh, but feeling humbly grateful for her own good fortune. Upchurch, too, vaguely felt the contrast, for he said: "Well, you’ve got er home here now if you er mind ter take it. Peggy’ll be doctorin’ you up in no time." He shook his head with a faint, dry smile.