"Nuthin'. I ain't lookin' fur nuthin'."
"I b'lieve there's a spell on youna too," said her mother, surveying her anxiously. "I wish youna'd be more keerful and not put your fingers so close to the teeth."
"It's time to quit, anyhow," put in Bud; "the sun's 'way down, an' I'm more'n middlin' hungry."
"You kin take the mule out an' go home an' make the fire. Will you go an' git supper, Religion, or stay an' stir?"
"I reckon I'll stay and stir. You kin bring me some supper when you come. We'll be here half the night."
With another look up the road, where the sunlight was fast fading, she took up the wet bags which protected her dress, and passed under the shed, glad to sit down and rest her aching limbs. The shed was a primitive affair, but everything was convenient for syrup-boiling, an
