I won't put him to no pain."
Mrs. Blackett's old face, for the first time, wore a look of
trouble, and I found it necessary to counteract the teasing spirit
of Almira. It was too pleasant to stay indoors altogether, even in
such rewarding companionship; besides, I might meet William; and,
straying out presently, I found the hoe by the well-house and an
old splint basket at the woodshed door, and also found my way down
to the field where there was a great square patch of rough, weedy
potato-tops and tall ragweed. One corner was already dug, and I
chose a fat-looking hill where the tops were well withered. There
is all the pleasure that one can have in gold-digging in finding
one's hopes satisfied in the riches of a good hill of potatoes. I
longed to go on; but it did not seem frugal to dig any longer after
my basket was full, and at last I took my hoe by the middle and
lifted the basket to go back up the hill. I was sure that Mrs.
Blackett must be waiting impatiently to slice the potatoes into the
chowder, layer after layer, with the fish.
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