y 'twill be; you'll get up about
five o'clock and kindle the fire, and--"

"Hey?"

"I say you'll get up at five o'clock and kindle the fire."

"ME get up and kindle it?"

"Sartin; you don't expect I'm goin' to, do you?"

"No-o, I suppose not. It come kind of sudden, that's all. You see, I've
been used to turnin' out about seven. Seldom get up afore that."

"Seven! My soul! I always have my breakfast et by seven. Well, as I say,
you get up at five and kindle the fire, and then you'll go out to the
henyard and get what eggs there is. Then--"

"Then I'll come in and call you, and you'll come down and get breakfast.
What breakfasts we will have! Eggs for you, if you want 'em, and ham and
fried potatoes for me, and pie--"

"Pie? For breakfast?"

"Sartin. Laviny Marthy, my first wife, always had a piece of pie warmed
for me, and I've missed it since. I don't really care two cents for
breakfast without pie."

"Well now, Caleb, if you think I'm goin' to get up and warm up pie every
mornin', let alone fryin' potatoes, and--"

"See here, Hannah! Seems to me if I'm willin' to turn out at that
ungodly hour and then go scratchin' around the henhouse to please you,
you might be willin' to have a piece of pie het up for me."

"Well, maybe you're right. But I must say--well, I'll try and do it.
It'll seem kind of hard, though, after the simple breakfasts Kenelm and
I have when we're alone. But--what are you stoppin' for?"

"There seems to be a kind of crossroads here," said Caleb, bending
forward and peering out of the carryall. "It's so everlastin' dark a
feller can't see nothin'. Yes, there is crossroads, three of 'em. Now,
which one do we take? I ain't drove to Bayport direct for years. When we
went to the Cattle Show we went up through the Centre. Do you know which
is the right road, Hannah?"

Hannah peered forth from the blackness of the back seat. "Now, let me
think," she said. "Last time I went to Bayport by this road was four
year ago come next February. Sarah Snow's daughter Becky was married to
a feller named Higgins--Solon Higgins' son 'twas. No, 'twa'n't his son,
because--"

"Aw, crimus! Who cares if 'twas his aunt's gran'mother? What I want to
know is which road to take."

"Well, seems to me, nigh as I can recollect, that we took the left-hand
road. No, I ain't sure but 'twas the right-hand. There's a bare chance
that it might have been the middle one, 'cause there was trees along
both sides. I know we