dele came out
to meet us. "Where's uncle?" asked Miss Laura.

"Gone to de big meadow," said Adele.

"And auntie?"

"She had de colds and chills, and entered into de bed to keep warm. She
lose herself in sleep now. You not go near her."

"Are there none of the men about?" asked Miss Laura.

"No, mademoiselle. Dey all occupied way off."

"Then you help me, Adele, like a good girl," said Miss Laura, hurrying
into the house. "We've found a sick horse and cow. What shall I take
them?"

"Nearly all animals like de bran mash," said Adele.

"Good!" cried Miss Laura. "That is the very thing. Put in the things to
make it, will you please, and I would like some vegetables for the cow.
Carrots, turnips, anything you have; take some of those you have
prepared for dinner tomorrow, and please run up to the barn, Adele, and
get some hay, and corn, and oats, not much, for we'll be going back
again; but hurry, for the poor things are starving, and have you any
milk for the pig? Put it in one of those tin kettles with covers."

For a few minutes, Miss Laura and Adele flew about the kitchen, then we
set off again. Miss Laura took me in the buggy, for I was out of breath
and wheezing greatly. I had to sit on the seat beside her, for the
bottom of the buggy and the back were full of eatables for the poor sick
animals. Just as we drove into the road, we met Mr. Wood. "Are you
running away with the farm?" he said with a laugh, pointing to the
carrot tops that were gaily waving over the dashboard.

Miss Laura said a few words to him, and with a very grave face he got in
beside her. In a short time, we were back on the lonely road. Mr. Harry
was waiting at the gate for us, and when he saw Miss Laura, he said,
"Why did you come jack again? You'll be tired out. This isn't a place
for a sensitive girl like you."

"I thought I might be of some use," said she, gently.

"So you can," said Mr. Wood. "You go into the house and sit down, and
Harry and I will come to you when we want cheering up. What have you
been doing, Harry?"

"I've watered them a little, and got a good fire going. I scarcely think
the cow will pull through. I think we'll save the horse. I tried to get
the cow out-doors, but she can't move."

"Let her alone," said Mr. Wood. "Give her some food and her strength
will come to her. What have you got here?" and he began to take the
things out of the buggy. "Bless the child, she's thought of everything,
even the salt. Brin