the loom shed like I made it for the doctor. There is no bed up garret now. I emptied out all the ticks and thought I’d have them fresh filled against you come back — but I’ve been that busy.”

Soon he followed her out. “I reckon I won’t sleep thar whar that doctah have slep’. He might put a spell on me, too,” he said, standing in the door of the shed and looking in on her. The night was lighter now, for the full moon had glided up over the hills, and she worked by its light streaming through the open door.

“I can’t see with you standing there, Frale. I reckon you’ll have to sleep here, because it’s too late to fill your bed to-night.”

“Oh, leave that be and come and sit here with me,”