arm through his. She looked up at him wistfully. He thought she sighed, and bent his head to listen. “What was that little sound?”

“I was only thinking.”

“We’ll sit here where we sat that morning when we both put our hands to the plough, and you tell me what you were thinking.”

“I ought not to stop now, David. I’ve left all for mother to do. I was that busy at the cabin I didn’t get down to her this morning.”

“You can’t keep two homes going with only your own two dear hands, Cassandra. It must be stopped. We’ll find some one to live with your mother and take your place.” She gave a little gasp, then sat silently, her hands dropped