Farm life -- Fiction; Farmers' spouses -- Fiction; Kansas -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Psychological fiction
"Never mind, Mr. Chamberlain. She's only a heifer and never milked before.
She wouldn't have let me get that far without trouble, anyhow, if she
hadn't been so hungry. The hogs killed her calf last night or this morning
and I thought I'd milk her before I began on the rest. I don't suppose
John can get home before to-morrow night, and the chores had to be done.
Here, there's an extra bucket or two. Do you want to help milk? they'll
quit fussing in a minute."
"Course I do. That's what Noland an' I come for. This is Mrs. Hunter,
Noland," Silas said, remembering formalities at the last moment. "We
thought John wouldn't 'a' got back 'fore th' storm come on. Now let's get
this milkin' done 'fore dark or we'll be havin' t' ask for a lantern."
"Oh! Mr. Chamberlain, I forgot to tell you that Luther Hansen got caught
in the storm and nearly froze," Elizabeth said when they had settled
themselves to the work. "He's at our house now; his feet and hands are
awful. I think they're all right, but I wish we could get at Doctor
Morgan."
The old man nearly upset the milk a second time in his astonishment, and
the milking was cut as short as could decently be done so as to get to the
house. The early winter night had settled down and the sting of the cold
was paralyzing as they hastened in. Silas went straight to Luther, and
Elizabeth and the new man brought a fresh supply of coal and cobs before
they went in. They met Silas coming out as they carried the last basketful
from the shed.
"I'm goin' right over t' tell Sadie," he announced. "I brought Noland over
to help, but Luther says you're goin' t' need 'im right along, an' I'll
jes' leave 'im for good. You'll like each other an' he'll want t' stay as
bad as You'll want 'im."
Silas had poured the whole arrangement out, and as it was about what was
necessary it was accepted.
The presence of a stranger necessitated more formal housekeeping, and when
the new man came back from helping Silas saddle Patsie he found the
kitchen in order and the savoury smell of fresh biscuits and ham. A small
table was placed beside Luther, and the ham and hot things had a seasoning
of brilliant, intellectual conversation, for the man from college was
adept at entertaining his fellow men and showed his best powers.
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