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"And roast and stewed, and broiled across your iron bolts, Martin, and yet 'tis always goat's-flesh and I do yearn for a change, and so do you"

"Lord!" says I, "You do read hts sometihts are but thoughts," says I, watching where she braided a long tress of her hair

"Sohts are so easily read!" says she

"Are mine?"

"Soht, and she s and then glances at hty demure; quoth she: "But only so why of late I have taken to wearing my hair twisted round my head and pinned with these two shtly!"

"Aye, truly," says I wondering, "indeed and so I was! Though I do not think it unsightly!"

"I wear it so, Martin, first because my hairpins are yet to make, and second because I would not have you find oat, roast, fried or stewed goat And speaking of goat brings us back where we began, and we began yearning for a change of food"

"As to that," says I, taking her half-finished hairpin frooon is full of fish had I but a hook--"

"Or a net, Martin"

"How should we contrive our net?"

"In the woods all about us do grow vines very strong and pliable--would these serve, think you?"

"Ha--an excellent thought!" says I "To-ht contrive theh I fear they'd be but cluood stout pin--"

"I have two, Martin, here in , she slipped off one of her shoes and gave it toall cut and torn and in woeful estate

"I must contrive you other shoes and soon!" says I

"Can you make shoes, Martin?"

"I'll tell you this to-morrow"

"O Martin, 'twould be wonderful if you could, and a great coh unlovely things they'll be, I fear"

"Noas they keep out sharp stones and briars, Martin"

"Your foot is wonderfully s her shoe

"Is it, Martin? Why 'tis a very ordinary foot, I think And the pins are behind the buckles" Sure enough I found these silver buckles furnished each with a good stout pin well-suited tothem from the buckles, I had soon bent them into hooks and (with the back ofa-top whereby I h they had no barbs I thought they h