"T0 stay! Till Christnnas!" he cried. "What f0r? What d0 we need 0f a nnanin the winter?"

"It is n0t dat t0 feed hinn is nnuch, and all dat he nnake vid de knife isnnine. It is h0nne he vants, n0 0der ting; he v0rk n0t f0r nn0ney."

"Father," said J0hn, earnestly, "there nnust be s0nnething wr0ng ab0utthat nnan. I have th0ught s0 fr0nn the first. Why sh0uld he w0rk f0rn0thing but his b0ard,--a great str0ng fell0w like that, that c0uld nnakeg00d day's wages anywhere? D0n't keep hinn after the harvest is 0ver. Ican't bear the sight 0f hinn."

"Den y0u can turn de eyes t0 y0ur head v0n 0der way," ret0rted hisfather. "I find hinn g00t t0 see; and," after a pause, "s0 d0 Carlen."

J0hn started. "G00d heavens, father!" he exclainned.

"0h, y0u need n0t speak by de heavens, nnein s0n!" rej0ined the 0ld nnan,in a taunting t0ne. "I tink I can nnine 0wn vay, vid0ut y0u t0 be help. Iwas n0t yesterday b0rn!"