I wish could; it is going to be sold, they say." "Then I will buy it for you," said Fitzpiers.

"That will be making you a return for a kindness you did me." His glance fell upon the girl's rare-colored hair, which had grown again.

"Oh, Marty, those locks of yours--and that letter! But it was a kindness to send it, nevertheless," he added, musingly.
After this there was confidence between them--such confidence as there had never been before.

Marty was shy, indeed, of speaking about the letter, and her motives in writing it; but she thanked him warmly for his promise of the cider-press.

She would travel with it in the autumn season, as he had done, she said.