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when a knock sounded at the front door. This 

 almost immediately opened, and in walked Peter, 

 followed by his wife. 



Father afterward said that he thought at first 

 they had come to make some explanation, but a 

 glance told me otherwise. 



Peter had evidently been slowly and persistently 

 worked up to a terrible still-white heat which almost 

 made him believe himself wronged, and Karen, her 

 eyes glistening, and her head darting forward from 

 her bent shoulders like a flat-headed adder, kept 

 goading him, allowing him no time for thought or 

 retreat, though his frank wording of the grievance 

 was not what she would have had it. 



"Ve move avay," he gasped without preamble 

 and looking at no one. " Not much people came to 

 de barty, and my girls have it slappit at dem dat 

 dey are no better dan pigs to live in vit a stable. 

 Yes, ve move avay to-morrow, mein Gott, to-day 

 even." 



Father replied quietly, looking only at Peter, that 

 it was exactly the thing he was about to propose, and 

 that Peter might take a few days to rearrange his 

 affairs before continuing the fall ploughing. 



" Ploughing ! Ploughing iss it ? " shrieked Karen, 

 stung to added fury by being completely ignored, and 



