"you're not going to leave me
alone?"

"No, I don't," said Rose. "I'm sure you've got somebody with
you; and he's got an umbrella."

"Don't, Rose!" said Elizabeth, -- "stay and go home with me --
the storm will be over directly."

"It won't -- I can't," said Rose, -- "It won't be over this
hour, and I'm afraid --"

And into Mr. Satterthwaite's phaeton she jumped, and away Mr.
Satterthwaite's phaeton went, with him and her in it.

"You had better step under shelter, Miss Haye," said Winthrop;
"it is beginning to sprinkle pretty fast."

"No," said Elizabeth, "I'll go home -- I don't mind it. I would
rather go right home -- I don't care for the rain."

"But you can't go without the umbrella," said Winthrop, "and
that belongs to me."

"Well, won't you go with me?" said Elizabeth, with a look half
doubtful and half daunted.

"Yes, as soon as it is safe. This is a poor place, but it is
better than nothing. You must come in here and have patience
till then."

He went in and Elizabeth followed him, and she stood there
looking very doubtful and very much annoyed; eyeing the fast
falling drops as if her impatience could dry them up. The
little smithy was black as such a place should be; nothing
looked like a seat but the anvil, and that was hardly safe to
take advantage of.

"I wish there was something here for you to sit down upon,"
said Winthrop peering about, -- "but everything is like
Vulcan's premises. It is a pity I am not Sir Walter Raleigh
for your behoof; for I suppose Sir Walter didn't mind walking
home without his coat, and I do."

"He only threw off his cloak," said Elizabeth.

"I never thought of wearing mine this afternoon," said
Winthrop, "though I brought an umbrella. But see here, Miss
Elizabeth, -- here is a box, one end of which, I think, may be
trusted. Will you sit down?"

Elizabeth took the box, seeming from some cause or other
tongue-tied. She sat looking out through the open door at the
storm in a mixture of feelings, the uppermost of which was
vexation.

"I hope more than one end of this box may be trusted," she
presently roused herself to say. "I have no idea of giving
half trust to anything."

"Yet that is quite as much as it is safe to give to most
things," said Winthrop.

"Is it?"

"I am afraid so."

"I wouldn't give a pin for anything I couldn't trust
entirely," said Elizabeth.

"Which shews what a point of perfection the manufacture of
pins has reached since the da