uncle, "but not like the Patriarchs. What you receive from the earth you must divide into three equal parts and keep one part for yourself."
"And to whom shall I give the other two parts, Abner?"
"To whom would you wish to give them, Betts, if you had the choice?"
The old man fingered about his mouth.
"Well," he said, "a man would give to those of his own household first—if he had to give."
"Then," said Abner, "from this day keep a third of your increase for yourself and give the other two-thirds to your son and your daughter."
"And the gold, Abner? Will it come back?"
"A third part will come back. Be content with that."
"And the creatures that have my gold? Will they harm me?"
"Betts," replied my uncle, "the creatures that have your gold on this day hidden in their house will labor for you as no slaves have ever labored—without word or whip. Do you promise?"
The fearful old man promised, and we went out into the sun.
The tall straight young girl was standing before the springhouse, kneading a dish of yellow butter and singing like a blackbird. My uncle strode down to her. We could not hear the thing he said, but the singing ceased when he began to talk and burst out in a fuller note when he had finished—a big,
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