And she had a love for the world, and a deep respect.
For some time Del Bishop had only punctuated the silence with splashes from his oars; but a thought struck him.
"You haven't told me your name," he suggested, with complacent delicacy.
"My name is Welse," she answered.

"Frona Welse." A great awe manifested itself in his face, and grew to a greater and greater awe.

"You--are--Frona--Welse ?" he enunciated slowly.

"Jacob Welse ain't your old man, is he ?" "Yes; I am Jacob Welse's daughter, at your service." He puckered his lips in a long low whistle of understanding and stopped rowing.

"Just you climb back into the stern and take your feet out of that water," he commanded.