one ever offered to take care of me in my life. With me it always
has been pretty much of a 'go-it-alone' proposition."

"What of Nancy Ellen's did you take?" he asked. "Why didn't you
get some gloves? Your hands are so red and work-worn. Mother's
never look that way."

"Your mother never has done the rough field work I do, and I
haven't taken time to be careful. They do look badly. I wish I
had taken a pair of the lady's gloves; but I doubt if she would
have survived that. I understand that one of the unpardonable
sins is putting on gloves belonging to any one else."

Then the train came and Kate climbed aboard with Adam's parting
injunction in her ears: "Sit beside an open window on this side!"

So she looked for and found the window and as she seated herself
she saw Adam on the outside and leaned to speak to him again.
Just as the train started he thrust his hand inside, dropped his
dollar on her lap, and in a tense whisper commanded her: "Get
yourself some gloves!" Then he ran.

Kate picked up the dollar, while her eyes dimmed with tears.

"Why, the fine youngster!" she said. "The Jim-dandy fine
youngster!"

Adam could not remember when he ever had been so happy as he was
driving home. He found his mother singing, his father in a genial
mood, so he concluded that the greatest thing in the world to make