"Well, if it isn't over nothin', it's over nothin' in particular," said he; "it's over jest what's happened right along.

Sometimes father feels as if he hadn't made as much as he'd ought to out of his life, and he's gettin' older, and he's feelin' kind of discouraged, that's all." "Over money matters ?" said Ellen, looking at him steadily.
"Over nothin'," said her father.

"See here, child, father's ashamed that he gave way so, and you found him.

Now don't you worry one mite about it--it's nothing at all.

Come, let's go back to the house," he said.
Ellen said no more, but she walked up from the field holding tightly to her father's poor, worn hand, and her heart was in a tumult.