Miss Dows!--Sally!" She had drawn herself away, distressed, protesting, her fair head turned aside, until with a slight twist and narrowing of her hand she succeeded in slipping it from the glove which she left a prisoner in his eager clasp.

"There! Yo' can keep the glove, co'nnle," she said, breathing quickly.

"Sit down! This is not the place nor the weather for husking frolics! Well!--yo' want to know WHY yo' mustn't speak to me in that way.

Be still, and I'll tell yo'." She smoothed down the folds of her frock, sitting sideways on the bank, one little foot touching the road.

"Yo' mustn't speak that way to me," she went on slowly, "because it's as much as yo' company's wo'th, as much as OUR property's wo'th, as much maybe as yo' life's wo'th! Don't lift yo' comb, co'nnle; if you don't care for THAT, others may.