corn-bread as she saw it rapidly disappearing, pleased to see him eat so eagerly, yet abashed at having nothing else to offer.

“I’m sorry we can give you only such as this. We don’t live like you do in the no’th. Have a little more of the honey.”

“Ah, but this is fine. Good, hey, little chap? You are doing a very beneficent thing, do you know, saving a man’s life?” He glanced up at her flushed face, and she smiled deprecatingly. He fancied her smiles were rare.

“But it is quite true. Where would I be now but for you and Hoyle here? Lying under the lee side of the station coughing my life away, — and all my own fault, too. I should have accepted the bishop’s invitation.”