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The Boarder's Visit |
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"I'm to go back after the milk," he said. "Hold up!" I cried. "Where is your father and his wagon? We've been waiting for him for hours." "The horse is si-- I mean he's gone to Ballville for oats." "And why didn't he send and tell me?" I asked. "There wasn't nobody to send," answered the boy. "You are not telling the truth," exclaimed Euphemia; "there is always some one to send, in a family like yours." To this the boy made no answer, but again said that he would go after the milk. "We want you to bring no milk," I cried, now quite angry. "I want you to go down to the station, and tell the driver of the express-wagon to come here immediately. Do you understand? Immediately." The boy declared he understood, and started off quite willingly. We did not prefer to have the express-wagon, for it was too public a conveyance, and, besides, old John knew exactly how to do what was required. But we need not have troubled ourselves. The express-wagon did not come. When it became dark, we saw that we could not leave that night. Even if a wagon did come, it would not be safe to drive over the fields in the darkness. And we could not go away and leave the camp-equipage. I proposed that Euphemia should go up to the house, while I remained in camp. But she declined. We would keep together, whatever happened, she said. We unpacked our cooking-utensils and provisions, and had supper. There was no milk for our coffee, but we did not care. The evening did not pass gayly. We were annoyed by the conduct of old John and the express-boy, though, perhaps, it was not their fault. I had given them no notice that I should need them. |
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