At length she saw Joe unloading goods from one of the wagons; his back was turned toward her, but she at once recognized the challenge conveyed by the broad shoulders.

She saw no other person; gave heed to nothing save what was to her, righteous indignation.
Hearing her footsteps, the young man turned, glancing at her admiringly, said: "Good evening, Miss." Nell had not expected such a matter-of-fact greeting from Joe.

There was not the slightest trace of repentance in his calm face, and he placidly continued his labor.
"Aren't you sorry you--you treated me so ?" burst out Nell.
His coolness was exasperating.

Instead of the contrition and apology she had expected, and which was her due, he evidently intended to tease her, as he had done so often.
The young man dropped a blanket and stared.
"I don't understand," he said, gravely.

"I never saw you before." This was too much for quick-tempered Nell.