44 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

interested, than any other class of men
I know.

“Well,” said an old woman, with a
long sharp nose, and a long sharp chin,
and two little bright black eyes, “ well,
I think I might as well git eowt, and go
hum again, there don’t seem to be no
likelihood of startin’.”

“Hush, sonny, hush! dont’ee fret. I
suppose we have only got to stand
another half-hour in the cold!” said a
rosy-cheeked young woman, talking to
her baby, but casting a spiteful glance
at me. |

I began to feel pretty restless and
uncomfortable under the glances of in-