She fell to her knees, giggling as the world spun. To her surprise, she saw Wendell wiping away tears. "What's wrong?"
"It's not fair," he said. "Chopping wood is my job. Stupid girls aren't supposed to do it."
Wendell turned away so she couldn't see him crying, but she could still hear his sniffling. When she put a hand on his shoulder, he swatted it away. She tightened her grip and turned him to face her. "Wendell, could you carry this wood to Miss Brigham's for me?" Instantly Wendell's tears dried up and a smile came to his face. He got to his feet and began gathering up a pile of logs as big as himself. Samantha bit down on her lip to keep from laughing. As Wendell started out towards Miss Brigham's cottage with his towering load, Samantha couldn't hold back a smile. At least she'd done one thing right today.