ordered me out?"

"Go up the road a little way, and she'll come and meet you. I'll run
ahead and tell her."

Barney shook his head. "I can't; you don't know anything about it,
Rose." He looked into Rose's eyes. "You're real good, Rose," he said,
as if with a sudden recognition of her presence.

Rose blushed softly, a new look came into her eyes, she smiled up at
him, and her face was all pink and sweet and fully set towards him,
like a rose for which he was a sun.

"No, I ain't good," she whispered.

"Yes, you are; but I can't. You don't know anything about it." He
swung about and grasped his plough-handles again.

"Barney, do stop a minute," Rose pleaded.

"I can't stop any longer; there's no use talking," Barney said; and
he went on remorselessly through the opening furrow. Just before he
turned the corner Rose made a little run forward and caught his arm.

"You don't think I've done anything out of the way speaking to you
about it, do you, Barney?" she said, and she was half crying.

"I don't know why I should think you had; I suppose you meant all
right," Barney said. He pulled his arm away softly, and jerked the
right rein to turn the horse. "G'lang!" he cried out, and strode