She paused an instant in her hurried walk. “I’ll be right glad to come, if I can help you any way.”

He stood watching her until she passed below his view, as her long easy steps took her rapidly on, although she seemed to move slowly. Then he went back to his fire, and her words repeated themselves insistently in his mind — ”I’ll be right glad to come, if I can help you any way.”

Aunt Sally was seated in the chimney-corner smoking, when Cassandra returned. “Where is he?” she cried.

“He couldn’t set a minute, he was that restless. He ‘lowed he’d go up to the rock whar you found him las’ evenin’.”

Without a word, Cassandra