going to do.

After all that, when I tried to tell Leon how it felt, he just cried
like a baby, and he wouldn't listen to a word, even when he'd wanted to
know so badly. He said if I hadn't come back, he'd have gone to the
barn and used the swing rope on himself, so it was a good thing I did,
for one funeral would have cost enough, when we needed money so badly,
not to mention how mother would have felt to have two of us go at once,
like she had before. And anyway, it didn't amount to so awful much.
It was pretty bad at first, but it didn't last long, and the next day
my neck was only a little blue and stiff, and in three days it was all
over, only a rough place where the rope grained the skin as I went
down; but I never got to tell Leon how it felt; I just couldn't talk
him into hearing, and it was quite interesting too; but still I easily
saw why the man in the paper would object to dying twice, to pay for
killing another man once.

When the apples were picked and the cabbage, beets, turnips, and
potatoes were buried, some corn dried in the garret for new meal,
pumpkins put in the cellar, the field corn all husked, and the
butchering done, father said the work was in such fine shape, with
Laddie to help, and there was so much more corn than he needed for us,
and the price was so high, and the turkeys did so well, and everything,
that he could pay back what mother helped him, and have quite a sum
over.

It was Thanksgiving by that time, and all of Winfield's, Lucy's, Sally
and Peter, and our boys came home. We had a big time, all but Shelley;
it was too expensive for her to come so far for one day, but mother
sent her a box with a whole turkey for herself and her friends; and
cake, popcorn, nuts, and just everything that wasn't too drippy.
Shelley wrote such lovely letters that mother saved them and after we
had eaten as much dinner as we could, she read them before we left the
table.

I had heard most of them, but I liked to listen again, because they
sounded so happy. You could hear Shelley laugh on every page. She
told about how Peter's cousin was waiting when the train stopped. They
couldn't room together right away, but they were going to the first
chance they had. Shelley felt badly because they were so far apart,
but she was in a nice place, where she could go with other girls of the
school until she learned the way. She told about her room and the
woman she boarded with and what she had to eat; she