dogged, soul-tiring grind, until some days Kate was close to despair.  Each day the house grew shabbier; things wore out and could not be replaced; poverty showed itself more plainly.  So three more years of life in Walden passed, setting their indelible mark on Kate.  Time and again she almost broke the spell that bound her, but she never quite reached the place where her thought cleared, her heart regained its courage, her soul dared take wing, and try another flight.  When she thought of it, “I don’t so much mind the falling,” said Kate to herself; “but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.”

Kate sat on the back steps, the sun shone, her nearest neighbour was spading an onion bed.  She knew that presently she would get out the rake and spade and begin another year’s work; but at that minute she felt too hopeless to move.  Adam came and sat on the step beside her.  She looked at him and was surprised at his size and apparent strength.  Someway he gave her hope.  He was a good boy, he had never done a mean, sneaking thing that she knew of.  He was natural, normal, mischievous; but he had not an underhand inclination that she could discover.  He would make a fine-looking, big man, quite as fine as any of the Bates men; even Adam, 3d, was no handsomer than the fourth Adam would be.  Hope arose in her with the cool air of spring on her cheek and its wine in her nostrils.  Then out of the clear sky she said it:  “Adam, how long are we going to stay in the beggar class?”

Adam jumped, and turned surprised eyes toward her.  Kate was forced to justify herself.

“Of course we give Aunt Ollie half we raise,” she said, “but anybody would do that.  We work hard, and we live little if any better than Jasons, who have the County Trustee in three times a winter.  I’m big and strong, you’re almost a man, why don’t we do something?  Why don’t we have some decent clothes, some money for out work and” —­ Kate spoke at random —­ “a horse and carriage?”

“A horse and carriage?” repeated Adam, staring at her.

“Why not?” said Kate, casually.

“But how?” cried the amazed boy.

“Why, earn the money, and buy it!” said Kate, impatiently.  “I’m about fed up on earning cabbage, and potatoes, and skirmishing for wood.  I’d prefer to have a dollar in my pocket, and buy what we need.  Can’t you use your brain and help me figure out a way to earn some money?”

“I meant to pretty soon now, but I thought I had to go to school a few years yet,” he said.

“Of course you do,” said Kate.  “I must earn the money, but can’t you help me think how?”

“Sure,” said Adam, sitting straight and seeming thoughtful, “but give me a little time.  What would you —­ could you, do?”

“I taught before I was married,” said Kate; “but methods of teaching change so I’d have to have a Normal term to qualify for even this school.  I could put you and Polly with Aunt Ollie this summer; but I wouldn’t, not if we must freeze and starve together —­ "