"
Zenas Henry grinned.
"That's a queer to-do," he remarked. "What's got all the pumps?
Bewitched, I reckon. Ours ain't workin' fur a cent either, an' I drove
round thinkin' I'd fetch Willie home with me to have a look at it.
He's got a knack with such things an' I calculate he'd know what's the
matter with it. Darned if I do."
The man began to move away across the grass.
Celestina, however, who was in the mood for gossip, had no mind to let
him escape so easily.
"How's your folks?" questioned she, dropping her dishcloth into the pan
and following him to the door.
"Oh, we're all right," returned Zenas Henry with a backward glance.
"Captain Benjamin's shoulder pesters him some about layin', but I tell
him he can't expect rain an' fog not to bring rheumatism."
"That's so," agreed Celestina. "What a spell of weather we've had! I
guess it's about over now, though. I'm sorry Benjamin's shoulders
should hector him so. We're gettin' old, Zenas Henry, that's the plain
truth of it, an' must cheerfully take our share of aches an' pains, I
s'pose.
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