quite well enough for that." --

And with the consciousness that she could not make the
slightest manoeuvre, Elizabeth rose from table.

"How soon must you go, Mr. Landholm?" said Rose winningly.

"Presently, ma'am."

"I am sorry you must go so soon! But we haven't a room to ask
you to sit down in, if you were to stay."

"I am afraid I shouldn't wait to be asked, if I stayed," said
Winthrop. "But as I am not to sit down again -- Miss Haye -- if
you will put on your bonnet and give me your company a little
part of my way, I will keep my promise."

"What promise?" said Rose.

"I will do better than my promise, for I mean to shew Miss
Haye a point of her property which perhaps she has not looked
at lately."

"Oh will you shew it to me too?" said Rose.

"I will if there is time enough after I have brought Miss Haye
back -- I can't take both at once."

Rose looked mystified, and Elizabeth very glad to put on her
bonnet, was the first out of the house; half laughing, and
half trembling with the excitement of getting off.

"There is no need to be in such a hurry," said Winthrop as he
came up, -- "now that breakfast is over."

Elizabeth was silent, troubled with that consciousness still,
though now alone with the subject of it. He turned off from
the road, and led her back into the woods a little way, in the
same path by which she had once gone hunting for a tree to cut
down.

"It isn't as pretty a time of day as when I went out this
morning," she said, forcing herself to say something.

But Winthrop seemed in a state of pre-occupation too; till
they reached a boulder capped with green ferns.

"Now give me your hand," said he. "Can you climb?"

They turned short by the boulder and began to mount the steep
rugged hill-path, down which he had once carried his little
sister. Elizabeth could make better footing than poor
Winifred; and very soon they stood on the old height from
which they could see the fair Shatemuc coming down between the
hills and sweeping round their own little woody Shahweetah and
off to the South Bend. The sun was bright on all the land now,
though the cedars shielded the bit of hill-top well; and Wut-
a-qut-o looked down upon them in all his gay Autumn attire.
The sun was bright, but the air was clear and soft and free
from mist and cloud and obscurity, as no sky is but October's.

"Sit down," said Winthrop, throwing himself on the bank which
was carpeted with very short green grass.