need kindly council very sorely, Euan. And even the Sagamore now fails me — on the threshold — — ”
“What?”
“He means it for the best; he fears for me. I will tell you how it is with me when you come to-night. I truly desire to tell you — I — I need to tell you. Will you come to me?”
“On my honour, Lois.”
“Then — if you please, will you leave me now? I must do my washing and mending — and — — ” she smiled, “if you only knew how desperately I need what money I may earn. My garments, Euan, are like to fall from me if these green cockspur thorns give way.”
“But, Lois,”