"I am glad to hear that," he said.

"What does Addison think we ought to do ?" "Pay Mr.Cutter for that Percheron colt." "Yes, and Mrs.Kennard ?" "He thinks we could find another sorrel colt somewhere and make her a present of it." The old Squire nodded again.

"I see.

Perhaps we can." Then, after a minute, "And what about letting this be known ?" "Willis is scared," I said.

"Addison thinks it would be about as well now to settle up if we can and say nothing." The old Squire did not reply to that for some moments.