ocker. "Have
you any choice of seats?"

"Not now, since you've taken the only one that's tolerably comfortable.
I think there's nothing to choose between the others."

"Nothing, I should say."

"I think we'd better fix things up before we go any further," she said,
resuming her stool.

"Sure."

"You gave me to understand very plainly that you wanted a wife in order
to get a general servant without having to pay her wages. Wages are
high, here in Canada."

"That was the way _you_ put it."

"Batching isn't very comfortable, you'll confess that?"

"I'll confess that, all right."

"You wanted someone to cook and bake for you, wash, sweep and mend. I
offered to come and do all that for you. It never entered my head for an
instant that there was any possibility of your expecting anything else
of me."

"Then you're a damned fool, my girl."

He was perfectly good-natured. She would have preferred him to be a
little angry. She would know how to cope with that, she thought. But she
flared up a little herself.

"D'you mind not saying things like that to me?"

His smile widened. "I guess I'll have to say a good many things like
that--or worse--before we've done."

"I asked you to marry me only because I couldn't stay in the shack
otherwise."

"You asked me to marry you because you was in the hell of a temper," he
retorted. "You were mad clean through. You wanted to get away from Ed's
farm right then and there and you didn't care what you did so long as
you quit. But you was darned sorry for what you'd done by the time you'd
got your trunk packed."

"I don't know that you have any reason for thinking that," she said
stiffly.

"I've got sense. Besides, when you opened the door when I went up and
knocked, you was as white as a sheet. You'd have given anything you had
to say you'd changed your mind, but your damned pride wouldn't let you."

"I wouldn't have stayed longer in that house for anything in the world,"
said Nora with passion.

"There you are; that's just what I have been telling you," he said,
nodding his head. "And this morning, when I came for you at the
Y. W. C. A., you wanted bad to say you wouldn't marry me. When you shook
hands with me your hand was like ice. You tried to speak the words, but
they wouldn't come."

"After all, one isn't married every day of one's life, is one? I admit I
was nervous for the moment."

"If I hadn't shown you the license and the ring, I guess you wouldn't
have