George, too,
rose, went about his work, and in the afternoon walked up to the
cottage to meet his wife there. She was bright and smiling, and had
a thousand things to tell him about what her mamma said, and how
mamma hoped that the nasty pipe would be altered and never ought to
have been there; and how she was coming after tea to talk to him, and
how she herself, Priscilla, had got a plan.
"What is it?" said George.
"Why, I would put a grating, or something, over the pipe, so that it
shouldn't get stopped up."
"But if the grating got stopped up that would be just as bad."
"Well then, I wouldn't have a well there at all. Why don't you cover
it over?"
'"But what are you to do with the window? You cannot block out the
light."
So Priscilla's "plans," as she called them, were nothing. And though
George had a plan which he thought might answer, he did not consult
her about it.
CHAPTER XXIII--FURTHER DEVELOPMENT
Six months afterwards Priscilla was about to give birth to her first-
born. At Mrs. Allen's earnest request old nurse Barton had been
engaged, who nursed Mrs. Allen when George came into the world, and
loved him like her own child.
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