We've got to get at that pump
of Zenas Henry's. I'm itchin' to know what's the matter with it."
Celestina looked disappointed.
"I've been savin' your coffee fur you since seven o'clock," murmured
she reproachfully.
"That was very kind of you, Tiny," Willie responded with an
ingratiating glance into her eyes. "You just keep it hot a spell
longer, an' I'll be back. Likely I won't be long."
"You've been workin' five hours on your own pump!"
"Five hours? Pshaw! You don't say so," mused the tranquil voice.
"Think of that! An' it didn't seem no time. Well, it's a-pumpin' now,
Celestina."
The mild face beamed with satisfaction, and Celestina had not the heart
to cloud its brightness by annoying him further.
"That's capital!" she declared. "Here's your bread an' butter, Willie.
An' here's some apple turnovers fur you, an' Jan, an' Zenas Henry.
They'll be nice fur you goin' along in the wagon." Then turning to Jan
she whispered in a pleading undertone:
"Do watch, Jan, that Willie don't lay that bread down somewheres an'
forget it.
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