Well, he might make enough to be able to go on with some other
inventions he had in his mind. They cost money and time, no matter how
careful one was.

This was another interesting revelation to the young girl. He not only
did not seem to care for the profit his devotion brought him, but even
his one beloved ideal might be displaced by another. So like a man,
after all!

Her reflections were broken upon by the sound of voices. The young man
carefully replaced the model in its closet with a parting glance as if
he was closing a shrine, and said, "There comes the wagon." The young
girl turned to face the men who were dragging it from the road, with
the half-complacent air of having been victorious over their late rude
abandonment, but they did not seem to notice it or to be surprised
at her companion, who quickly stepped forward and examined the broken
vehicle with workmanlike deliberation.

"I hope you will be able to do something with it," she said sweetly,
appealing directly to him. "I should thank you SO MUCH."

He did not reply. Presently he looked up to the man who had brought her
to the shanty, and said, "The axle's strained, but it's safe for five or
six miles more of this road. I'll put the wheel on easily." He paused,
and without glancing at her, continued, "You might send her on by the
cart."

"Pray don't trouble yourselves," interrupted the young girl, with a pink
uprising in her cheeks; "I shall be quite satisfied with the buggy as
it stands. Send her on in the cart, indeed! Really, they were a rude