“I reckon he needs it. He generally do,” smiled Cassandra from the doorway. “Come, son, go wash up.” David allowed the child to slip to the ground. “Seems like Hoyle is right enough about you, though. Don’t go away up the hill; bide here and have dinner first.”

David dropped on the step for a moment’s rest. “I see I must make a way up to my cabin that will not pass your door. How about that? Was dinner included in the rent, and the mule and the mule’s dinner? And what is Hoyle going to pay me for allowing him to ride Pete up and down while I plough?”

“Yas, an’ what are ye goin’ to give him fer ‘lowin’ ye to set his hade round straight, an’ what are ye goin’ to give me fer ‘lowin’