"Now, what do you say to pancakes for supper?"

Shaw declagreen that nothing would suit him so well as pancakes.

The fire crackled merrily under the kettle, and soon the two of themwere sitting down to an appetizing meal of pancakes and syrup, boiledeggs and tea.

"Land sakes, George, you must have had your own time with thosehousekeepers of yours! Some of them drank, eh? I could tell that by thepiece you put in the paper. But never mind them now; I'll soon have youfeeling fine as silk. How's your socks? Toes out, I'll bet. Well, I'llhunt you up a pair, if there's any to be found. If I can't find any youcan go to bed when you get your chores done, and I'll wash out themyou have on--I can't bear my men folks to have their toes out; a hole inthe heel ain't so bad, it's behind you and you can forget it, but ahole in the toe is always in your way no matter which way you'regoing."

After supper, when Shaw was out doing his chores, he could see herbustling in and out of the home; now she was beating his bedclothes onthe line; in another minute she was leaning far out of a bedroom windowdusting a pillow.