"What's that," said I.
"Snakes," said she.
"Well, don't let's think of them. We must try and get a little
sleep."
"Dear knows! I've been trying hard enough," she said, plaintively,
and all was quiet again.
We succeeded this time in going to sleep, and it was broad daylight
before we awoke.
That morning, old John came with our water before breakfast was
ready. He also brought us some milk, as he thought we would want
it. We considered this a good idea, and agreed with him to bring
us a quart a day.
"Don't you want some wegetables?" said he. "I've got some nice
corn and some tomatoes, and I could bring you cabbage and peas."
We had hardly expected to have fresh vegetables every day, but
there seemed to be no reason why old John should not bring them, as
he had to come every day with the water and milk. So we arranged
that he should furnish us daily with a few of the products of his
garden.
"I could go to the butcher's and get you a steak or some chops, if
you'd let me know in the morning," said he, intent on the profits
of further commissions.
But this was going too far. We remembered we were camping out, and
declined to have meat from the butcher.
John had not been gone more than ten minutes before we saw Mr. Ball
approaching.
"Oh, I hope he isn't going to say we can't stay!" exclaimed
Euphemia.
"How d'ye do?" said Mr. Ball, shaking hands with us. "Did you
stick it out all night?"
"Oh yes, indeed," I replied, "and expect to stick it out for a many
more nights if you don't object to our occupying your land.
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