he urged. “You have no coat, and mine is thick and warm.”

Suddenly he became aware that she was and had been silently weeping, and he was filled with anxiety for her, so brave she had been, so tired she must be — worn out — poor little heart!

“Are you so tired?” he asked.

“Oh, no, no.”

“Won’t you tell me what troubles you? Let me put this over your shoulders to keep off the rain.”

“Oh, no, no!” she cried, as he began to remove his coat. “You need it a heap more than I. You have been sick, and I am well.”

“Please wear it. I will walk a little to keep warm.”