Lucina turned in her saddle, and her moon-white face looked over her shoulder at Jerome.

She nodded; Jerome made a stiff inclination, holding himself erect under his load of shoes.

Lucina was too shy to ask her father to stop that she might speak to Jerome.

However, before they reached home she said to her father, in a sweet little contained voice, "Does he go to Dale every night, father ?" "Who ?" said the Squire.
"Jerome Edwards." "No, I guess not every day; not more than once in three days, when the shoes are finished.

He told me so, if I remember rightly." "It is a long walk," said Lucina.
"It won't hurt a young fellow like him," the Squire said, laughing; but he gave a curious look at his daughter.