`What is it, Harry?' said Mary.

We knew that he could hear and see things long before we could.

Mary went and perched on the wood-heap, and shaded her eyes --

though the sun had gone -- and peered through between

the eternal grey trunks of the stunted trees on the flat across the creek.

Presently she jumped down and came running in.

`There's some one coming in a buggy, Joe!' she cried, excitedly.

`And both my white table-cloths are rough dry. Harry! put two flat-irons