Of Frost and Fire
Joe went back to the orchard, glancing into the turpentine-cups that still hung unfilled, and was astonished to meet Burnam at the upper end of the range.
“Getting any gum, Marshall?” he inquired.
“Not a drop since the cold spell,” returned Joe drearily.
“Well, never mind!” said Burnam. “It’s bound to turn warm again. But everything’s dead just now, and I reckon this is just the time to send you down to that pretty cousin of yours. Want to go?”
“Well—as you say, there isn’t much to do,” said Joe. “If I’m going to take a holiday, this is the time for it.”
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