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what they were at once, and am going to make a frame to 

 sow our lettuce-seed in." 



" What a man you are, Robert ! Where did you learn to 

 be a carpenter, and who told you how to make a frame ? " 



" Taught myself Washburn.' " Then with a few fin- 

 ishing raps with the hammer, he stopped and said, "Come, 

 let us have breakfast. I am as hungry as several bears." 



" I am glad of it. It is a good sign, and shows that the 

 doctor's prescription is beginning to work." 



As we entered the house I glanced at the clock. " See, 

 Robert," said I, "it is not yet six, and here we both are 

 ready for breakfast. Such a wonderful thing never hap- 

 pened before." 



After breakfast my husband took his hat and coat, and 

 bade me good-morning, saying, "I am going to the village 

 to procure some tools." 



In about an hour I was startled by the sound of wheels 

 in our yard. Looking out of the window I discovered Eob- 

 ert seated in an old hay-cart, and by his side a tall, elderly 

 man, with iron-gray hair, blue eyes, and a face expressive of 

 good-nature and good sense. As the team drew up at the 

 door, I went out to meet them. 



" My wife, Mr. Kempenfielder. Harriet, this is one of 

 our near neighbors. I met him at the market, and he very 

 kindly brought me and my luggage home in his hay-cart." 



