Chapter 1. Her Adoptive Parents.
_ CHAPTER I. HER ADOPTIVE PARENTS.
"Ans, the next time you twist hay f‘r the fire, I wish‘t you‘d dodge the damp spots," said the cook, rising from a prolonged scrutiny of the stove and the bread in the oven. His pose was threatening.
"Cooks are always grumblin‘," calmly remarked Anson, drawing on his gloves preparatory to going out to the barn； "but seein‘ ‘s this is Chris‘mus, I‘ll go out an‘ knock a barrel to pieces. I want them biscuit to be O.K. See?"
"Yes: I see."
"Say, Bert!"
"Well?"
"Can‘t we have some sugar-‘lasses on our biscuits, seein‘ it‘s Chris‘mus?"
"Well, I s‘pose we can, Ans； but we‘re gittin‘ purty low on the thing these days, an‘ they ain‘t no tellin‘ when we‘ll be able to git more."
"Well, jes‘ as you say, not as I care." Anson went out into the roaring wind with a shout of defiance, but came back instantly, as if to say something he had forgotten. "Say, wha‘ d‘ye s‘pose is the trouble over to the Norsk‘s? I hai

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