ing up of his mother's
name, or the remembrance of her spirit, something procured
Miss Elizabeth a quick little bright smile of answer, very
different from anything she had had from Winthrop before. So
different, that her eyes went down to her work for several
minutes, and she forgot everything else in a sort of wonder at
the change and at the beauty of expression his face could put
on.

"I didn't find those words myself," she added presently; -- "a
foolish man was shewing me the other day what he said was my
verse in some chapter of Proverbs; and it happened to be
that."

But Winthrop's answer went to something in her former speech,
for it was made with a little breath of a sigh.

"I think Wut-a-qut-o is a pleasanter place than this, Miss
Haye."

"O, so do I! -- at least -- I don't know that it signifies much
to me what sort of a place I am in. If I can only have the
things I want around me, I don't think I care much."

"How many things do you want to be comfortable?"

"O, -- books, -- and the conveniences of life; and one or two
friends that one cares about."

"Cut off two of those preliminaries, -- and which one would you
keep for comfort, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Couldn't do without either of 'em. What's become of my Merry-
go-round, Mr. Winthrop?"

"It lies in the upper loft of the barn, with all the seams
open."

"Why?"

"You remember, nobody was to use it but me."

A curious recollection of the time when it was given and of
the feeling, half condescending, half haughty, with which it
had been given, came over Elizabeth; and for a moment or two
she was a little confused. Whether Winthrop recollected it too
or whether he had a mischievous mind that she should, he said
presently,

"And what's become of your horse, Miss Elizabeth?"

"He's very well," she said. "At least -- I don't know I am sure
how he is, for he is up in the country."

Winthrop rose at the instant to greet Mr. Herder, and
Elizabeth did not know whether the smile on his lips was for
him or at her.

"Ah! Wint'rop," said the new-comer, "how do you do! I thought
you would not come here wiz me this morning?"

"I thought not too, sir."

"How did you come? Miss Elisabet' did make you."

"Miss Elizabeth's father."

"He is a strange man, Miss Elisabet'! -- he would not come for
me -- I could not bring him -- neizer for de love of me, nor for
de love of you, nor for love of himself. He does like to have
his way. And now he is here -