As it is, look how poor Billy is loaded. Where's Pablo?"
"In the garden. He has been working there all day, and Edith is with
him."
"Well, then, we will unload the cart, while you get us something to
eat, Alice, for we are not a little hungry. I can tell you."
"I have some rabbit-stew on the fire, Humphrey, all ready for you, and
you will find it very good."
"Nothing I like better, my dear girl. Pablo won't thank me for
bringing this home," continued Humphrey, taking the long saw out of
the cart; "he will have to go to the bottom of the pit again, as soon
as the pit is made."
The cart was soon unloaded, Billy taken out and turned out to feed,
and then they went in to the supper.
Humphrey was off the next morning, with Pablo, at an early hour, to
meet the farmer of whom he had purchased the goats and kids. He found
them punctual to the time, at the place agreed upon; and being
satisfied with the lot, paid the farmer his money, and drove them home
through the forest.
"Goat very good, kid better; always eat kid in Spain," said Pablo.
"Were you born in Spain, Pablo?"
"Not sure, but I think so. First recollect myself in that country."
"Do you recollect your father?"
"No; never see him."
"Did your mother never talk about him?"
"Call her mother, but think no mother at all.
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