The children were
disappointed in the weather, but Miss May said she was glad to see it
rain. She had had enough snow, she said, till another year.
Bob stopped in once a week after school at the Hortons, to get the egg
container. He brought Mrs. Horton two dozen fresh eggs every Monday
morning from his mother's poultry yard, and Friday afternoon he came
for the box. Mrs. Parkney was so busy and happy now that she had
almost forgotten she had ever been discouraged. Judge Layton had put
the farmhouse in good order for her family, and he had stocked the
poultry yard with fine chickens. He said that if Mrs. Parkney would
feed the chickens and look after them till he came out in the summer,
she might have the eggs to do with as she pleased. The Parkney
children had all the fresh eggs to eat they wanted and there were
several dozen to sell every week, and Mrs. Parkney said she felt rich
with the egg money for her own.
Mr. Parkney's arm gradually grew stronger, and he was proving such a
handy man on the little farm, so willing and so capable, that Judge
Layton told Mrs. Horton that he was thinking of building a new house
and asking Mr. Parkney to go on living in the farmhouse and to be his
farm manager.
"He's going to paint the house and the barns for me this spring and
whitewash all the fences," said the judge. "There isn't anything that
man can't do."
"Spring is on the way," announced Daddy Horton, one evening early in
March.
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