Now I'll help put 'em up in wagon." Winterborne without speaking set down his lantern, lifted her as she was about to stoop over the bundles, placed her behind him, and began throwing up the bundles himself.

"Rather than you should do it I will," he said.

"But the men will be here directly.

Why, Marty!--whatever has happened to your head?
Lord, it has shrunk to nothing--it looks an apple upon a gate-post!" Her heart swelled, and she could not speak.

At length she managed to groan, looking on the ground, "I've made myself ugly--and hateful--that's what I've done!" "No, no," he answered.