"Oh, no, you didn't make fun," Dick laughed. "You were mad through and
through, and gave us a good solid lecture afterwards."

Lois made no reply, so while the men talked, she let her mind dwell
upon that scene of years ago. She saw again the lank awkward lad who
was so concerned about her accident. While helping to carry her home,
he had been much at his ease, and his eyes glowed with a sympathetic
light. But when once in the house, his natural shyness had come upon
him, and he did not know what to do with himself in the presence of
strangers. One thing stood out above everything else, and that was his
look of indignant defiance when Dick laughed because he drank his tea
out of the saucer. She liked the way he had straightened himself
suddenly up, while his eyes flashed with a peculiar light. The next
that she heard of him was several years later when he entered college
in Dick's year. Then every time her brother had come home he had such
stories to tell her about Spuds. And so he was now living near working
on a farm. Why did he not go home? she asked herself. She wondered
also what he looked like now. Was he lank and awkward as when she saw
him? She longed to ask Dick several questions, but desisted, knowing
that it would be to little purpose. Her brother would only make fun of
him, and she would be sure to get angry.

When supper was over, the men sauntered out upon the verandah for a
smoke. Lois went, too, but sat somewhat apart with a piece of
needlework in her hands. She preferred to be alone that she might
think. She thought first of old David, and his pitiable condition.
What could she do to help him? she asked herself. It was not right
that he should be kept as a pauper while there were several people in
the parish who could provide for him without the least trouble. Her