impressively. She was a large, stern-looking old woman. "They air dretful perticklar 'bout these things. They hev to be."
Ann was scared when she heard that. When the dishes were done, she sat down on the settle and thought it over, and made up her mind what to do.
The next morning, in the frosty dawning, before the rest of the family were up, a slim, erect little figure could have been seen speeding across lots toward Mr. Silas White's. She had the old blue jacket tucked under her arm. When she reached the house, she spied Mr. White just coming out of the back door with a milking pail. He carried a lantern, too, for it was hardly light.
He stopped, and stared, when Ann ran up to him.
"Mr. White," said she, all breathless, "here's—something—I guess yer didn't see yesterday."
Mr. White set down the milk pail, took the blue jacket which she handed him, and scrutinized it sharply, by the light of the lantern.
"I guess we didn't see it," said he, finally.
"I will put it down—it's worth about three pence, I judge. Where"—
