And he will be here where I can be with him, where we can be together, where it won't be so hard for us to be poor and where there will be no one who knows us, who knows our story.

Oh, Mr.
Winslow, is it really true?
If it is, how--how can we ever thank you?
How can I ever show you how grateful I feel ?" Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted and joy shone in her eager eyes.

Her voice broke a little as she uttered the words.

Jed looked at her and then quickly looked away.
"I--I--don't talk so, Mrs.Armstrong," he pleaded, hastily.

"It-- it ain't anything, it ain't really.