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If it was Clover I would n't mind ! '' `` But he 'll have every bit of the corn eaten up in five minutes ! Where 's Mr. Van Brunt ? '' `` I heard him say he was going home till noon , '' said Ellen . `` And Sam Larkens is gone to mill -- and Johnny Low is laid up with the shakes . Very careless of Mr. Van Brunt ! '' said Miss Fortune , drawing her arms out of the cheese-tub , wringing off the whey , `` I wish he 'd mind his own oxen .