are here," said Jethro. "It'll only cost a few cents more."
Every night after the men had gone Linda sat alone on her porch slowly rocking. How peaceful everything had grown to be. All her problems were fading as though they never existed. Perhaps some day even Enoch would come home again. She refused to believe that he was gone from the farm forever. And she would sing snatches of childhood songs.
"Hush-a-bye, my Honey,
Close yo' li'l' eyes,
Even stars are sleepin'
In the soft blue skies.
All the birds are restin'
In the silent trees.
Hark! there is a lullaby
In the gentle breeze.
Close yo' eyes, my Honey,
Close an' keep them tight,
Mammy will watch o'er you
Through the summer night."
During those days Samuel Gage came often
to the farm. He liked Jethro Trent. Some-
