use one o' them three years, and by that time he's got to hev an
auto_mo_bile to git from the house to the boat. They're a good thing
fer religion though, 'cause they make a man so mad he can't swear. I'm
lazy to what I used to be," continued Cap'n Lem after a meditative
pause, "when I used to fish all day and then row all night in a calm to
git the ketch to market. Tell ye that wuz workin' twenty-five hours out
o' the twenty-four; and when a man does that he 'd ought to git a
life-sentence, and if he outlives it he'd ought to be hung." The
speaker took off his hat and fanned himself. "It's a-goin' to be some
scaldin' to-day, Sylvy."

The girl laughed. "Then when I carry the milk down cellar I shall stay
there. It's so funny to have the cellar under the parlor as it is
here."

"'Tis out o' the common, but the ground was so shoal at the kitchen end
it hed to be dug that way. Judge Trent hed that cellar made. I visited
him once to Seaton. Did he ever tell ye?"

"No."

"Well, you'd better believe, he and Miss Lacey they jest hove to, and
gave me the best time I ever"--

"Sylvy!" Mrs. Lem's voice sounded from within. "You can come now. The
water's as hot as Topet and we can begin."

Thinkright had taken an early start that morning with the team. Sylvia
would have liked to go with him, but he explained that he had to bring
back a cumbersome load and needed all the room in the wagon.

Her talks with him were ushering her farther and farther each day into
a new world. Even his silences were so full of peace and strength that
she loved to be with him. She found herself gaining a consciousness of
that peace,--a faith in the care of a Father for His children which was
the motive power of Thinkright's life. That she had found her cousin,
and been guided to him, was to her an undoubted proof and corroboration
of much that Thinkright told her. She looked back upon the idle,
discontented girl of the boarding-house in Springfield with wonder and
perplexity that such a state of mind could have existed for her. She
had impulsive longings to have her father back that she might help him
as she had never known how to do; and then came the thought, so quietly
but persistently instilled by Thinkright, that the beam in her own eye
need be her only care, for by the riddance of all wrong consciousness
in herself good would radiate to her environment, and that her father
was being taken care of.

From the first moment of yielding her h