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I hope " but the newcomer got no further, for, quite suddenly, she found herself blushing crimson scarlet red, in the grip of a disconcerting thought. "I suppose it's just as bad to help yourself to doorsteps when folks aren't here as when they are," she said slowly, "but you mustn't blame Mother. She'd never've allowed Evangeline and Elly, if we'd had a single sol-i-ta-ry tree.

"We fought for the purse, the winner to take it all. He saw I was weak or he'd never have stood up to me that's why he was so sore when he lost." "I'd never've let him hurt you!" protested Old Bunk vehemently, "I had my gun on him, all the time. And if I'd had my way you'd never have fought him I'd have taken the purse away from him."

"I was thinking how queer it is," said Raven, "we never've been alone together very much 'all told' as Charlotte would say and here we sit as if we were going to be here forever and talk out all the things." "What things?" asked Nan. She was not looking at him now, but back into the fire and she had a defensive air, as if she expected to find herself on her guard. "Lots of 'em," said Raven.

But she did not love him. She was merely clinging to him with all the strength of her work-toughened hands. "But talk to him," he insisted. "Show him how well you mean toward him." "I can't," she said. "I never've talked to anybody, long as I lived. I git" she paused for a word and ended in a dash: "I git all froze up."

"I don't believe it." "Don't believe what? That I say 'God bless Rookie'? Course I do. Why not?" "Well, I'm blessed!" said Raven, at a loss. Then, recovering himself, "Nan, I never've known you in the least. How am I getting at you now?" "Because we're shut up here with the quiet and the snow," said Nan. She looked at the fire, not at him.

Father's going this afternoon. I never've been. Let's go with him." "That won't dig taters," smiled Bradley in his slow way. "Darn the taters. If we're goin' into politics we want 'o know all about things." "That's so. I would like to go if your father'll let us off on the taters." Mr. Jennings made no objection. "It'll be a farce, though, the whole thing." "Why so?"

I never knew I had so much to say. But there! I guess we all have, if there's anybody 't wants to listen. I never've said this to a livin' soul, an' I guess it's sort o' heathenish to think, but I'm tired to death o' fightin' ag'inst poverty, poverty!

But he thinks the church prospers just the same, and I never've told him the attendance dropped off when they put up that 'Piscopal building over to Sudleigh. You 'ain't lived here long enough to hear much about that, but it's been a real trial to him.

"I never've had one since. And that was mother's locket. It had" He paused and looked at her. "Yes," said Mary Ellen softly; "it's got it now." She opened the little trinket; a warm, thick lock of hair lay within, and she touched it gently with her finger. "Should you like the locket, because 't was your mother's?" She hesitated; and though the parson's tone halted also, he answered at once:

"There was that city boarder I took care of, the summer she gi'n out down here," went on Sabrina dreamily. "I liked her an' I liked her clo'es. They were real pretty. She see I liked 'em, an' what should she do when she went back home, but send me a blue silk wrapper all lace and ribbins, just like hers, only nicer. It's in that chist. I never've wore it.