their presence, and many a weightier man had found to his sorrow that Peter did not belong to the class he looked.
The hostilities opened with Billy's good-natured remark: "I don't want to hurt you, Petey. I just want to teach you manners."
Ten minutes later Peter had taught him manners, and was striding across the fields to work off his surplus energy, while Billy, whose florid face had taken on a livelier tinge, was comforting a fast-swelling eye at the drinking trough.
It was the last that Peter heard of the maid, except for a mild lecture from Joe. "See here, Pete," he was greeted upon his return, "I'm given to understand that you've been fighting for your lady-love. I just want you to remember one thing, young man, and that is that I won't have no fighting about these premises in business hours. You 've laid up Billy for the day, and you can go and do his work."
Three weeks rolled over the head of "Miss
