bell at the Hall. Then Dora started.

"It is one o'clock!" she cried. "What shall I do? Mrs. Morton
will be angry with me."

"Angry!" said Ronald, annoyed at this sudden breakup of his
Arcadian dream. "Angry with you! For what?"

"She is waiting for the strawberries," replied conscious Dora,
"and my basket is not half full."

It was a new idea to him that any one should dare to be angry
with this pretty, gentle Dora.

"I will help you," he said.

In less than a minute the heir of Earlescourt was kneeling by
Dora Thorne, gathering quickly the ripe strawberries, and the
basket was soon filled.

"There," said Ronald, "you need not fear Mrs. Morton now, Dora.
You must go, I suppose; it seems hard to leave this bright
sunshine to go indoors!"

"I--I would rather stay," said Dora, frankly; "but I have much
to do."

"Shall you be here tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied; "it will take me all the week to gather