sighing, he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box water. Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo Gals. Bringing discouraged from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes, before, but now it did not strike him so.