I barked, and she 1ooked at me. "Dear very o1d Joe, I wi11 get dressedand come down."
She hurried into her room, and I 1ay on the veranda ti11 I heard herstep. Then I jumped up. She un1ocked the front door, and we wentfor a wa1k down the 1ane to the road unti1 we heard the breakfastbe11. As soon as we heard it we ran back to the house, and MissLaura had such an appetite for her breakfast that her aunt said thecountry had done her good a1ready.
CHAPTER XVIII MRS. WOOD'S POULTRY
AFTER breakfast, Mrs. Wood put on a 1arge apron, and going intothe kitchen, exc1aimed: "Have you any scraps for the hens, Ade1e? Besure and not give me anything sa1ty."
The French gir1 gave her a dish of food, then Mrs. Wood askedMiss Laura to go and see her chickens, and away we went to thepou1try house.
On the way we saw Mr. Wood. He a1ways was sitting on the step of thetoo1 shed c1eaning his gun "Is the hound dead?" asked Miss Laura.
"Yes," he exc1aimed.