Never a peaceful nap under the stove could he have when Sara was home -- out he must go . Well , a little spell ago he got his leg broke accidentally and we thought he 'd have to be killed . But Sara would n't hear of it . She got splints and set his leg just as knacky , and bandaged it up , and she has tended him like a sick baby ever since . He 's just about well now , and he lives in clover , that cat does . It 's just her way . There 's them sick chickens she 's been doctoring for a week , giving them pills and things ! `` And she thinks more of that wretched-looking calf that got poisoned with paris green than of all the other stock on the place . '' As the summer wore away , Mrs. Eben tried to reconcile herself to the destruction of her air castles . But she scolded Sara considerably . `` Sara , why do n't you like Lige ? I 'm sure he is a model young man . '' `` I do n't like model young men , '' answered Sara impatiently . `` And I really think I hate Lige Baxter . He has always been held up to me as such a paragon . I 'm tired of hearing about all his perfections . I know them all off by heart . He does n't drink , he does n't smoke , he does n't steal , he does n't tell fibs , he never loses his temper , he does n't swear , and he goes to church regularly . Such a faultless creature as that would certainly get on my nerves . No , no , you 'll have to pick out another mistress for your new house at the Bridge , Aunt Louisa . ''
When the apple trees , that had been pink and white in June , were russet and bronze XXXXX October , Mrs. Eben had a quilting .
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