Saxon waited.

"When you told me you was goin' to get married, I just happened
to think of it, an' I wrote to brother George, askin' him for it
for you. An' by thunder he sent it by express. I didn't tell you
because I didn't know but maybe he'd sold it. He did sell the
silver spurs. He needed the money, I guess. But the other, I had
it sent to the shop so as not to bother Sarah, an' I sneaked it
in last night an' hid it in the woodshed."

"Oh, it is something of my father's! What is it? Oh, what is it?"

"His army sword."

"The one he wore on his roan war horse! Oh, Tom, you couldn't
give me a better present. Let's go back now. I want to see it. We
can slip in the back way. Sarah's washing in the kitchen, and she
won't begin hanging out for an hour."

"I spoke to Sarah about lettin' you take the old chest of drawers
that was your mother's," Tom whispered, as they stole along the
narrow alley between the houses. "Only she got on her high horse.
Said that Daisy was as much my mother as yourn, even if we did
have different fathers, and that the chest had always belonged in
Daisy's family and not Captain Kit's, an' that it was mine, an'
what was mine she had some say-so about."

"It's all right," Saxon reassured him. "She sold it to me last
night. She was waiting up for me when I got home with fire in her