she added.

Hardly satisfied, he departed, but turned in his saddle to glance back at her. She was swaying sidewise with the weight of the full pail, straining one slender arm as she bore it into the house. Who did all the work there, he wondered. That great youth ought to relieve her of such tasks. Where was he? Little did he dream that the eyes of the great youth were at that moment fixed darkly upon him from the small pane of glass set in under the cabin roof, which lighted Frale’s garret room.

David stabled the horse in the log shed built by Doctor Hoyle for his own beast, — for what is life in the mountains without a horse, — then lingered awhile in his doorway looking out over the billows of ranges seen dimly through the fine veil of the falling rain.