He should know hers some day, but not yet, and her drooping lids could hide it if it ever came into her eyes.

It was too soon to let him know that she loved him.

That was one reason for hiding it, but she had another.

If her father guessed that she loved the waif, it would fare ill with him.

She fancied she could see the old man's fiery brown eyes and hear his angry voice.