Page 120 (1/2)

A rotted log, streaked with velvet i, lay by the wayside, and the two sat down upon it to

wait for the co, but there

was as yet no breath of wind, no splash of raindrops Opposite the above the forest, red-brown trunk and ultiainst the dead gloom of the

sky Audrey shook back her heavy hair and raised her face to the roof of

the world; her hands were clasped upon her knee; her bare feet, slim and

brown, rested on a carpet of hlander, she suddenly seemed a part When they had kept

silence for what see time, he spoke to her with some hesitation:

"You have known Mr Haward but a short while; the land"

The naain "Did you not know?" she asked

wonderingly "You also are his friend,--you see hiht that

at times he would have spoken of h only for a moment "But I knohy he did not so," she said softly

to herself "He is not one to speak of his good deeds" She turned toward

MacLean, as attentively watching her, "But I may speak of them," she

said, with pride "I have known Mr Haward for years and years He saved