“Pass all the opinions you like, but it is MY opinion, and mine only, which will matter in the long run,” retorted Eric.

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“Wire me if you can come; and if you can, report for duty on the twenty-third of May.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you,” she said, offering him a hand in a much darned cotton glove that had once been black.

“That is a Scotchy name for such a face and eyes. I should rather have expected Guiseppe or Angelo. The boy looks like an Italian.”

“Played like a feller whose thoughts were wool gathering,” he complained to his wife. “He’ll never make a checker player—never in this world.”

“I thought her very beautiful,” said Eric rather curtly. “But HOW has she been brought up, Mrs. Williamson? And why?”

She looked puzzled and wrote, “What else should you call me? That is my name. Everybody calls me that.”

He gave her the two books he had brought for her—a modern novel and a volume of poetry unknown to her.

“I do not think so,” she wrote. “I do not know much of the world, but I do not think there are many people like you in it.”

“Well, Master, I have no more to say. I suppose it wouldn’t be of any use if I had. But you know what I think of it.”

A wistful look came into her face at his words, and she walked with a drooping head across the orchard to the bench.

“I do hope they won’t be very uncivil to you, Master,” was the best she could say.

“You have been too kind to the lad, lassie, and he’s got presumptuous. He must be taught his place. I mistrust we have all made more of him than we should.”

“Yes,” she wrote, “when I can speak like other women I will marry you.”

“So you have done what I foreboded all along you would do—left your common sense behind you when you went courting.”

“Oh, Eric, I can speak,—I can speak! Oh, it is so wonderful! Eric, I love you—I love you!”

“Oh, I am so glad that the first word I said was your name, dearest,” she murmured to Eric.

“Come with me, father. We will go to see her now.”

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