"You sit down here on that stone and rest, and I'll ride back home and put the mare into the chaise, and I'll drive you over there." "No, thank you; I'd rather walk," said Elmira, all touched to bliss by his solicitude, but resolved in her pride of poor maidenhood that she would not profit by it.
"Let him go back and get the chaise, and have all the town talking because Lawrence Prescott caught me walking ten miles to get a dress cut?
I guess I won't!" she told herself.
"You are just the same as ever; you would never let anybody do anything for you unless you paid them for it," said Lawrence, half angrily.

Then he added, bending low towards her, "But you would pay me, measure pressed down and running over, by going with me--you know that, Elmira." Elmira lost her step again, and her voice trembled a little, though she strove to speak sharply.

"I like to walk," said she.
"And I tell you you're all tired out now," said Lawrence.

"I can see you pant for breath.

Don't you know, I am going to be a doctor, like father?
Let me go back, and you wait here." Elmira shook her pink bonnet decidedly.
"Well, then," said Lawrence, "I tell you what you must do." He slipped off the mare as he spoke.