know? Then maybe you 'll tell why they come a-lyin'."
"Can you keep a secret?" said Ump, leaning down from his saddle.
The old woman's face lighted. She put her hand to her ear and craned her neck like a turtle. "Yes," she said, "I can that."
"So can I," said Ump.
The old carpet-weaver snorted. "Humph," she said, "when you git dry behind the ears you won't be so peart." Then she waved her hand to me. "Light off," she said, "an' rest your critters, an' git a tin of drinkin' water."
After this invitation she went back to her half-woven carpet with its green chain and its copperas-coloured widths, and we presently heard the hum of the wooden shuttle and the bang of the loom frame. We rode a few steps farther to the well, and Jud dismounted to draw the water. The appliance for lifting the bucket was of the most primitive type. A post with a forked top stood planted in the ground. In this fork rested a long, slender sapling with a heavy butt, and from the small end, high in the air, hung a slim pole,
