CHAPTER IV 



HAYING TIME 



THE two human beings who had come to 

 my assistance in my exile were admirably 

 adapted to carry out the Doctor s regime. 

 As I have already stated, Gabe Hotchkiss split 

 my wood and brought the supplies up from the 

 village twice a week in his farm-wagon, and his 

 niece Griselle came dancing o er the flowery lea 

 every morning like Aurora to cook my eggs and 

 bacon. They both regarded my domestication 

 with a small boy in that hut with respectful won 

 der, and I often saw them with their heads 

 together comparing some fresh discovery and 

 trying to get a new light on my mystery. I was 

 evidently beyond their mental processes. I was 

 undoubtedly a gentleman, and might be a million- 

 naire doing penance, but there was no reason why 

 a gentleman might not be a crank, or perhaps a 

 counterfeiter. In any case, I was legitimate prey 

 for the rustic appetite. They treated me with a 

 discreet obeisance that no familiarity on my part 



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