slowly than was his wont, and was presently still more bewildered
by finding the glass snatched suddenly from his hand, with a sharp
reprimand from Nan.

"You're asleep, ain't you? p'raps you'd better go back to bed, seein'
it's nigh noon."

"There, honey, you jest drink this, an' it'll do you good," came in the
next second from the same lips, in such dulcet tones, that Caesar rubbed
his head in sheer astonishment, and gazed with open mouth and eyes upon
Nan, who was holding the glass to Sally's mouth, as caressingly as she
would to a sick child's.

The battle was won; won by a tone and a tear; won, as, ever since the
days of Goliath, so many battles have been won by the feebleness of
weapons, and not by their might.

When two days later, James Little, more than half unwillingly, spite
of his gratitude to Hetty, came to take his position as overseer at
"Gunn's," he was met at the great gate by his wife, who had been
watching there for him for an hour. He looked at her with undisguised
wonder. There was a light in her eyes, a color in her cheeks, he had not
seen there for many years. "Why, Sally!" he exclaimed, but gave no other
expression to his amazement. She understood.

"Oh, Jim!" she said, "it is like heaven here: they're all so kind. I
told you things would come round all right if we waited."

The new overseer found himself welcomed because he was Sally's husband,
and the strangeness of this was a bewilderment indeed. He could hardly