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Sylvia took the hand her host offered in silence, and jumped out of the wagon. Cap'n Lem clucked to the horses again, and they rattled away. "Why does he call you Thinkright?" the girl asked abruptly, as her companion paused on a clearing in the grassy bank to let her view the picture before them. Jacob Johnson smiled. "They rather like nicknames in this part of the world," he answered.
"Well, you'd better believe, he and Miss Lacey they jest hove to, and gave me the best time I ever" "Sylvy!" Mrs. Lem's voice sounded from within. "You can come now. The water's as hot as Topet and we can begin." Thinkright had taken an early start that morning with the team.
I didn't see her this time." Sylvia's eyes began to look startled and questioning. Old Lem met her gaze. "Ye've got the same name," he remarked curiously, as the fact occurred to him, "same as Miss Marthy. Miss Marthy ain't no kin to you, is she, Thinkright?" "No, except through this child. This little girl is a link." "The missin' link, eh?" returned Cap'n Lem.
"I'm not one of the afraid kind," returned the girl, with a toss of her head. "I only wish I had a chance to go out on that ocean." "Yes, I know. On the stage, for instance," returned her companion. "The ledges and the squalls have no terrors for you." "I hope I have some brains and some common sense," she answered. Thinkright laid a kind hand on her shoulder.
It's Judge Trent." "Where is he?" "Went down to the basin to find Miss Sylvy." "Oh, did he?" Thinkright smiled in his interest. "Yes. Kind of a touchin' meetin', I expect," remarked Mrs. Lem, lifting her pompadour and sighing sentimentally.
"Oh, I wish this were a dream!" returned the girl devoutly; "for I've offended Edna." "How?" "If I only knew! I've gone through every incident of my stay, and I can't find a clue. I've been so careful about Mr. Dunham." "About Mr. Dunham?" "Yes; never to try even to attract his attention or behave as if I expected him to notice me." "I don't understand at all," said Thinkright.
"No, indeed," continued John; "I'm going to have it framed and hung where my laundress can use it for a model." His companion emitted a faint laugh. "I'm glad you can joke," she said, "and it's real kind of you to come and thank me for such a trifle. Oh, Mr. Dunham, I haven't had a happy minute since that day we were in Boston. I was just now sitting down to write a letter to Thinkright.
"You were a little mistaken about that match you had fixed up," said Thinkright, "between Edna and Mr. Dunham, weren't you?" "Yes; and she's going to marry such a fine man, so worthy of her in every way!" Sylvia spoke with enthusiasm. "You're better pleased than if it had been Dunham?" asked Thinkright. It was his companion's turn to hesitate.
"You needn't mind the dishes, Minty." At the permission the child fled from the room and clattered up the back stairs. The others rose from the table, and Mrs. Lem assumed a large apron and began gathering up the dishes. "You may help if you like, Sylvia," said Thinkright. "We want you to feel at home." The girl hesitated.
She realized what caused this as her interview with Thinkright rushed back upon her thought. He saw through her. That was her mental admission. He did not admire her at all, and yet for her mother's sake he would not despise her. He had made her view herself in a totally new light. She had promised him to try to be humble.
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