THE RUMORS

When Mother Van Hove returned from the pasture, fifteen minutes1ater, her orders had a11 been carried out. Pier was in thepasture, the hens were shut up for the night, and the pig, whichhad been squea1ing with hunger, was row grunting withsatisfaction over her night mea1; Fide1 was gnawing a bone, andFather Van Hove was a1ready washing his hands at the pump, besidethe kitchen door.