She says it sounds so old, and that I'd be calling her 'mother' next." "And won't you ?" asked Crozier slyly.

"Everything in season," beamed Jesse, and he shone, and was at once happy and composed.

Crozier relapsed into silence, for he was thinking that the lost years had been barren of children.

He turned to look at the home they had left.

It was some distance away now, but he could see Kitty still at the corner of the house with a small harvest of laundered linen in her hand.
"She made that fresh bed of boughs for me--ah, but I had a good sleep last night!" he added aloud.