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Rh ridiculous, for Aunt Testy to be afraid of an innocent piece of machinery that faithfully pumped water day and night for use at Mill House.

"All right," she answered gaily, "I'll take a stick after it if it offers me any insult."

"Ain't it the truf? Well, honey baby, you jes' keep right on down the lane yonder an' when you git pretty nigh the river you'll see a kinder gap in the wire fence wif tater sacks wropped 'round two wires so folks kin scratch through 'thout leaving a piece er meat on none er the barbs. They's a clay path there goin' through the meadow that will take you spang onto Aunt Pearly Gates' cabin. The path goes right on through Rocky Ford and right smart chancet er water air in the stream, but I 'low your legs are long an' light enough fer you to step acrost from rock ter rock. You'd bes' put on yo' hat, case the sun am tolable hot."