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"I know you are ashamed of her, Uncle John, for I am," Dolly continued "You see, she's my own sister"

"And my own sister's child," Webb deplored "Of course, she ain't quite as close to h to make als; but lawsy au learnin' to root, why, I reckon I'll jest hang my head in shame"

"I've lost all patience," the teacher said "Go home, Ann, and let mother look at you Don't coain I've lost heart coe, but I'm afraid I never can be She can't write, Uncle John; she can't spell the sira off without looking back

Dolly sat down at the table and drew a sheet of paper toward her "She's got hed "Mr DeWitt, the new teacher, has been sending about a test example in arithmetic to see who can work it He says he can do it, and one or two other men, but that he never has seen a woet the answer I ithin an inch of the solution when I caught sight of that girl's face, and it went from me in a flash Uncle John, if fifteen hty-four bushels of wheat, and three men want to buy sixty-seven and three-fourths of--"

"Oh, Lord--thar you go!" Webb groaned "Let me tell you so to idle time aith never hoed a row of corn or planted a potato Do you knohat that's meant for? It is for no other reason under the shinin' sun than to e parent think teachers know more'n the rest o' humanity In the first place, the fifteen coh if they couldn't own all told more than that amount o' wheat in this day and time when even a one-horse farmer can raise--"

"You don't understand," Dolly broke in, with an indulgent smile

"And I don't want to, either," John declared "It is hard enough work to sow and reap and thresh wheat in hot weather like this without sweatin' over fifteen able-bodied er'n that"