case may be, to go back to camp
and get the meal ready, and by that time you are almost hungrier than you
like being. But except for this, and the little matter of meeting trains,
it is rather pleasant to break away from the habit of watching the watch,
and it was with real regret that, on the last night of our camp, we took
our watch to the farmhouse to set it.

"Run down, did it? Guess you forgot to wind it. Well--we do forget things
sometimes, all of us do," the farmer's wife said comfortingly as she went
to look at the clock. "Twenty minutes to seven, our clock says. It's apt
to be fast, so I guess you won't miss any trains. Father he says he'd
rather have a clock fast than slow any day, but it don't often get more
than ten minutes wrong either way."

And to us, after our two weeks of camp, ten minutes' error in a clock
seemed indeed slight.

"Jonathan," I said, as we walked back along the road, "I hate to go back
to clock time. I like real time better."

"You couldn't do so many things in a day," said Jonathan.

"No--maybe not."

"But maybe that wouldn't matter."

"Maybe it wouldn't," I said.

VIII

The Ways of Griselda

"Of course you don't know what her name is," I said, as we stood examining
the sleek little black mare Jonathan had just brought up from the city.

"No. Forgot to ask. Don't believe they'd have known anyway--one of a
hundred or so."

"Well, we'll name her again. Dear me--she's rather plain! Probably she's
useful."

"Hope so," said Jonathan. Then, stepping back a little, in a slightly
grieved tone, "But I don't call her plain. Wait till she's groomed up--"

"It's that droop of her neck--sort of patient--and the way she drops one of
her hips--if they are hips."

"But we want a horse to be patient."

"Yes. I don't know that I care about having her _look_ so terribly much so
as this. I think I'll call her Griselda."

"Now, why Griselda?"

"Why, don't you know? She was that patient creature, with the horrid
husband who had to keep trying to see just how patient she was. It's a
hateful story--enough to turn any one who brooded on it into a militant
suffragette."

"But you can't call a horse Griselda--not for common stable use, you know."

"Call her 'Griz' for short. It does very well."

Jonathan jeered a little, but in the family the name held. Our man Hiram
said nothing, but I think in private he called