She must meet him in holes and corners, and be flung off, like an old glove, when she has served his turn." "That will never happen to you, Polly dear.

We must be prudent for the present; but I shall be more my own master some day, and then you will see how I love you." "Seeing is believing," said the girl, sullenly.

"You be too fond of yourself to love the likes o' me." Such was the warning her natural shrewdness gave her.

But perseverance undermined it.

Bassett so often threw out hints of what he would do some day, mixed with warm protestations of love, that she began almost to hope he would marry her.