any chance gave warning over night of her great
projects and adventures by sea and land. She first came to an
understanding with the primal forces of nature, and never trusted to any
preliminary promise of good weather, but examined the day for herself in
its infancy. Then, if the stars were propitious, and the wind blew
from a quarter of good inheritance whence no surprises of sea-turns or
southwest sultriness might be feared, long before I was fairly awake I
used to hear a rustle and knocking like a great mouse in the walls, and
an impatient tread on the steep garret stairs that led to Mrs. Todd's
chief place of storage. She went and came as if she had already started
on her expedition with utmost haste and kept returning for something
that was forgotten. When I appeared in quest of my breakfast, she would
be absent-minded and sparing of speech, as if I had displeased her,
and she was now, by main force of principle, holding herself back from
altercation and strife of tongues.

These signs of a change became familiar to me in the course of time,
and Mrs. Todd hardly noticed some plain proofs of divination one August
morning when I said, without preface, that I had just seen the Beggs'
best chaise go by, and that we should have to take the grocery. Mrs.
Todd was alert in a moment.

"There! I might have known!" she exclaimed. "It's the 15th of August,
when he goes and gets his money. He heired an annuity from an uncle o'
his on his mother's side. I understood the uncle said none o' Sam Begg's
wife's folks should make free with it, so after Sam's gone it'll all be
past an' spent, like last summer. That's what Sam prospers on now, if
you can call it prosperin'. Yes, I might have known. 'Tis the 15th o'
August with him, an' he gener'ly stops to dinner with a cousin's widow
on the way home. Feb'uary n' August is the times. Takes him 'bout all
day to go an' come."

I heard this explanation with interest. The tone of Mrs. Todd's voice
was complaining at the last.

"I like the grocery just as well as the chaise," I hastened to say,
referring to a long-bodied high wagon with a canopy-top, like an
attenuated four-posted bedstead on wheels, in which we sometimes
journeyed. "We can put things in behind--roots and flowers and
raspberries, or anything you are going after--much better than if we had
the chaise."

Mrs. Todd looked stony and unwilling. "I counted upon the chaise," she
said, turning her back to me, and roughly pus