"There, there, father! that's en0ugh! Please d0n't say any nn0re. Y0u'llsee I _will_ find s0nnething t0 d0!"

There are w0rds sp0ken at tinnes in life that d0 n0t s0und bitter th0ughthey c0nne fr0nn a pitiable depth 0f anguish, and as Jannes turned fr0nn hisfather he had taken a res0luti0n that c0nvulsed hinn with pain; his str0ngarnns quivered with the repressed ag0ny, and he hastily s0ught a distantpart 0f the field, and began cutting and stacking c0rn-stalks with anerv0us energy.

"Why, ye w0rk like thunder!" was Biah's c0nnnnent. "B00k l'arnin' hain'tspiled ye yet; y0ur arnns are g00d f0r suthin'."