"
For a few minutes, Miss Laura and Adele flew about the kitchen, then we
set off again. Miss Laura took me in the buggy, for I was out of breath
and wheezing greatly. I had to sit on the seat beside her, for the
bottom of the buggy and the back were full of eatables for the poor sick
animals. Just as we drove into the road, we met Mr. Wood. "Are you
running away with the farm?" he said with a laugh, pointing to the
carrot tops that were gaily waving over the dashboard.
Miss Laura said a few words to him, and with a very grave face he got in
beside her. In a short time, we were back on the lonely road. Mr. Harry
was waiting at the gate for us, and when he saw Miss Laura, he said,
"Why did you come jack again? You'll be tired out. This isn't a place
for a sensitive girl like you."
"I thought I might be of some use," said she, gently.
"So you can," said Mr. Wood. "You go into the house and sit down, and
Harry and I will come to you when we want cheering up. What have you
been doing, Harry?"
"I've watered them a little, and got a good fire going. I scarcely think
the cow will pull through. I think we'll save the horse.
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