and t s. Ster litigation over just a trifle. It  if Miss Amelia so mucumbled over a rock in tinctively as to sue about it. Aside from ts seady life and every day o cil t Miss Amelia y years old.

    It o evening in April. t. t spring promised   s. Doory , and t, steady  o o make love. Or  to sit quietly and pick a guitar, or simply to rest alone and t all. treet t evening ed, but Miss Amelias store umpy MacPy, purplisop step e imid person le manners and nervous tom step. Miss Amelia ood leaning against t crossed in ts, patiently untying knots in a rope s talked for a long time.

    One of t to speak. quot;I see somet; he said.

    quot;A calf got loose,quot; said her.

    till too distant to be clearly seen. ted srees along t spring grass mingled he near-by lagoon.

    quot;No. Its somebodys youngun,quot; said Stumpy MacPhail.

    Miss Amelia c do continued until a voice called out and   until te close,  from t t had come.

    tranger, and it is rare t a stranger enters to at t  tall and y coat t reaco tle legs seemed too to carry t of   sat on  blue eyes and a stle mout and sassy -- at t  and tcase h a rope.