"He's going down into the parlour to-night, and pretty soon he's going home, and then he'll be riding into town to his office." He looked kindly into the small, freckled, pretty face.

The heat of the day stood in moisture on Vinie's brow, she had pushed back her sunbonnet, and the breeze stirred the damp tendrils of her hair.

"Tom must miss him," said the hunter.
"Yeth, Tom does." Vinie drew toward her a blackberry branch, and studied the white bloom.

"Which do you think is the prettiest, Mr.Adam,--Miss Unity or Miss Jacqueline ?" "Why, I don't know," answered Adam.

"They are both mighty pretty." "I think Miss Unity's the prettiest," said Vinie.