![]() ![]() "We’d better look at his tongue, Tom," said Caddie. I wish we could find buried treasure or fight Indians or something exciting, said Warren. No, I mean I feel like acting bad, said Warren cheerfully. Is it your stomach or your head? asked Caddie anxiously. It’s a pity he said that, said Warren, because I feel bad today. Mind ye get yourselves into no mischief now, were Robert’s parting words. Now that the chores were done, the two hired men made a dash for the kitchen to pass the time of day with Katie Conroy, the cook. Tom, Caddie, and Warren Woodlawn had perched on the side of the box stall watching Robert Ireton and Tom Hill, the hired men, at their milking, and they had all helped with the feeding and cleaning of the stalls. The cows switched their tails and blew softly through their nostrils. The horses munched and stomped in their stalls, glad of a period of rest from fall plowing and hauling. THE BARN WAS DARK and mysterious on a rainy autumn day. ![]()
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