Wood. "Most curious attacks," she explained to my father; "she can
neither move nor speak, and yet she hears everything, though she
doesn't always remember afterwards. She said she thought it was
'trouble,' poor soul!"
"What brought this one on?" said my father.
"I can't make out," said my mother. "I hope you boys did nothing to
frighten her, eh? Are you sure you didn't do one of those dreadful
wheels, Jack?"
This I indignantly denied, and Jem supported me.
My mother's sympathy had been so deeply enlisted, and her report was so
detailed, that Jem and I became bored at last, besides resenting the
notion that we had been to blame. I gave one look into the strawberry
jam pot, and finding it empty, said my grace and added, "Women are a
poor lot, always turning up their eyes and having fits about nothing. I
know one thing, nobody 'll ever catch _me_ being bothered with a wife."
"Nor me neither," said Jem.
CHAPTER IV.
"The bee, a more adventurous colonist than man."
W.C. BRYANT.
"Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey;
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.
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