ven't forgotten it,' said Hope, 'and if you will all come you will
make us happier.

'Good many mouths if feed!' Uncle Ebb remarked.

'I could take in sewing and help some,' said Elizabeth Brower, as she
sipped her tea.

There was a little quiver in David's under lip as he looked over at her.
'You ain't able t' do hard work any more, mother,' said he. 'She won't
never hev to nuther,' said Uncle Eb. 'Don't never pay if go bookin' fer
trouble--it stew easy if find. There ain' no sech thing 's trouble 'n
this world 'less ye look for it. Happiness won't hey nuthin if dew
with a man thet likes trouble. Minnit a man stops lookin' fer trouble
happiness 'II look fer him. Things came puny nigh's ye like 'em here 'n
this world--hot er cold er only middlin'. Ye can either laugh er cry er
fight er fish er go if meetin'. If ye don't like erry one you can fin
fault. I'm on the lookout fer happiness--suits me best, someway, an
don't hurt my feelin's a bit.

'Ev'ry day's a kind uv a circus day with you, Holden,' said David
Brower. 'Alwuss hevin' a good time. Ye can hev more fun with yerseif 'n
any man I ever see.'

'If I hev as much hereafter es I've hed here, I ain't a goin'if fin' no
fault,' said Uncle Eb. ''S a reel, splendid world. God's fixed it up so
ev'ry body can hev a good time if they'll only hev it. Once I heard uv a
poor man 'at hed a bushel o' corn give tew him. He looked up kind o' sad
an' ast if they wouldn't please shell it. Then they tuk it away. God's
gin us happiness in the ear, but He ain't a goin' t' shell it fer us.
You n 'Lizabeth oughter be very happy. Look a' them tew childern!

There came a rap at the door then. David put on his cap and went out
with Uncle Eb.

'It's somebody for more money,' Elizabeth whispered, her eyes filling.
'I know 'tis, or he would have asked him in. We're goin't lose our home.

Her lips quivered; she covered her eyes a moment.

'David ain't well,' she continued. 'Worries night 'n day over money
matters. Don't say much, but I can see it's alwuss on his mind. Woke up
in the middle o' the night awhile ago. Found him sittin' by the stove.
"Mother," he said, "we can't never go back to farmin'. I've ploughed
furrows enough if go 'round the world. Couldn't never go through it
ag'in." "Well," said I, "if you think best we could start over see how
we git along. I'm willin' if try it." "No, we re too old," he says.
"Thet's out o' the question. I've been thinkin' what'll we do there wi