it may be
will sound to us some voice from the other shore, when we put out on
the dark river.

"Vesty," said a mite of a girl, coming up to her after meeting, "Evelin
wants to know if you can set up with Clarindy to-night. She 's been
took again."

"Yes," said Vesty, the still look on her face, "I'll come."

"Vesty," said Elder Skates, "when can you haul over the organ and swipe
her out? She 's full o' chalk."

"I'll try and do it to-morrow." Vesty looked at Elder Skates and
smiled, showing her wholesome white teeth.

"Vesty," said Mrs. Nason Teel; "I want ye to set right down here, now
I've got ye, and give me that resute for Mounting Dew pudding."

The blue eyes at the door gave Vesty an imperative, quick glance.

But she sat down by Mrs. Nason Teel; she sat there purposely until all
the people were dispersed and the winding lanes were still outside.

Then she went her own way alone, something like tears veiled under
those long, quiet lashes.

She saw first a muscular hand on the fence and dared not look up, until
Notely Garrison had vaulted over at a bound and stood before her, his
glad eyes flashing, his storm hat in his hand.

Then her look was wild reproach.

"Vesty!" he cried. "Is this the way, after all we have been to one
another? Have you forgotten how we were like sister and brother, you
and I? how Doctor Spearmint led us to school together?" he laughed
eagerly. "How"----

"I haven't forgotten, Note. But it can't be the same again, as man and
woman, with what you are, and what I am."

"Better! O Vesty!"--he stood quite on a level with her now; she was
glad of that. She was a tall girl, taller than he when they parted.
"O Vesty!" he drank in her beauty with an awe that uplifted her in his
frank, bright gaze--"God was happy when He made you!"

But the girl's eyes only searched his with a Basin gravity, for faith.

A fatal step, searching in Notely's eyes! A beautiful pallor crept
over her face, flushing into joy. She ran her hand through his rough,
light hair in the old way.

"It has not changed you, being at the schools so long, as I thought it
would," she said wistfully, stroking his hair with mature gentleness,
though he was older than she. "Why, Note; you look just as brown, and
hearty, and masterful as ever!"

"Oh, but it wasn't book-schools I went to, you know. It was rowing and
foot-ball and taking six bars on the running leap, and swinging from
the feet with the hea