t her as if she were half awake, and murmur that she did
not know. Very likely she did not; often one cannot remember dreams
when suddenly recalled from them; though Elmira had one dream which
was the reality of her life, and in which she lived most truly, but
which she would always have denied, even to her own mother, to guard
its sacredness.

When the shoes were done Jerome loaded himself with them, and,
watching his chance, beckoned his sister slyly to follow him as he
went out. Standing in the sweet spring sunlight in the door-yard, he
questioned her. "What did mother mean, Elmira?" he said.

"Nothing," she replied, blushing shyly.

"What is it you want, Elmira?"

"Nothing. I don't want anything, Jerome."

"Do you want--a new silk dress or anything?"

"A new silk dress? No." Elmira's manner, when fairly aroused and
speaking, was full of vivacity, in curious contrast to her dreaming
attitude at other times.

"I tell you what 'tis, Elmira," said Jerome, soberly. "I want you to
have all you need. I don't know what mother meant, but I want you to
have things like other girls. I wish you wouldn't put any more of
your earnings in towards the mortgage. I can manage that alone, with
what I'm earning now. I can pay it up inside of two years now. I told
you in the first of it you needn't do anything towards that."

"I wasn't going to earn money and not do my part."

"Well, take your earnings now and buy things for yourself. There's no
reason why you shouldn't. I can earn enough for all the rest. There's
no need of mother's working so hard, either. I can't charge for
mixing up doses of herbs, as she wants me to, for I don't do it for
anybody that isn't too poor to pay the doctor, but I earn enough
besides, so neither of you need to work your fingers to the bone or
go without everything. I'll give you some money. Get yourself a blue
silk with roses on it; seems to me I saw one in meeting last Sunday."

Elmira laughed out with a sweet ring. Her black hair was tossing in
the spring wind, her whole face showed variations and under-meanings
of youthful bloom and brightness in the spring light.

"'Twas Lucina Merritt wore the blue silk with roses on it; it rustled
against your knee when she passed our pew," she cried. "She is just
home from her young ladies' school, and she's as pretty as a picture.
I guess you saw more than the silk dress, Jerome Edwards."

With that Elmira blushed, and dropped her eyes in a curious