marry some day--like other young men--and I must earn."

The girl bent her head lower. "Why don't you resign and go away, and
get--married, if you want to?"

"Fanny!"

He bent over her. His lips touched her hair. "You know," he
began--then came a voice like the legendary sword which divides
lovers for their best temporal and spiritual good.

"Dinner is ready and the peas are getting cold," said Mrs. Solomon
Black.

Then it happened that Wesley Elliot, although a man and a clergyman,
followed like a little boy the large woman with the water-waves
through the weedage of the pastoral garden, and the girl sat weeping
awhile from mixed emotions of anger and grief. Then she took a little
puff from her bag, powdered her nose, straightened her hair and,
also, went home, bag in hand, to her own noon dinner.




Chapter II


A church fair is one of the purely feminine functions which will be
the last to disappear when the balance between the sexes is more
evenly adjusted. It is almost a pity to assume that it will finally,