Chapter 67

When the visitor was gone to bed, and Gideon back from the shippen, he sat down, hopeless-like, and said— “Her means dying.” “What, Brindle?” I says. “Ah. Seems like that old devil’s put a curse on me all right.” “It’s only the weather, and Tivvy being a bit careless, and me so busy at it, ploughing.” “And there’s Mother,” he said, “as was used to help a bit, no use, and less than no use. A heavy burden! We’ll never pick up now she’s like that.” “Dunna let her know you think it,” I said. But the very next day, when…