A pine-knot fire was soon kindled on the hearth, and threw its flickering
shadows on the room and its occupants as the dusk gathered in.
Mandy Calline and Elisabeth, running a race from the kitchen, burst into
the back door, halting in a good-natured tussle in the entry.
"Stop that racket, you gals," called out the mother; and as they came in
with suppressed bustle, panting with smothered laughter, she asked,
briskly, "Have ye shet up everything 'n' locked th' kitchen door?"
"Ya'as, 'm," replied Mandy Calline; "'n' here's th' key on th'
mantel-shelf." She then disappeared up the stairs which came down into the
sitting-room behind the back door.
"Come, Ann Elisabeth, git yer knittin'. Git your'n too, Susan Jane."
"Yer'll ha' ter set th' heel fer me, mar," said Susan Jane, hoping
privately that she would be too busy to do so.
"Fetch it here," from the mother, dashed the hope incontinently.
"I think we're goin' ter ha' some fallin' weather in er day er two; sky
looks ruther hazy, 'n' I heerd er rain-crow ter-day, 'n' ther's er circle
roun' th' moon," observed Father Tyler as he entered, and hanging his hat
on a convenient nail in a post, seated himself in the corner opposite his
mother.
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