ld have thought of it." And
he sat down in a rocking-chair, in which some cushions had been placed,
and, not wishing to contaminate his surroundings by smoke, he leaned
back and enjoyed it as he had enjoyed few things in his life. "Yes, she
done it," he kept saying. "She slipped over here, busy as she is at
home, and done it just to please me. She is a sweet, good, noble girl."

As the dusk came on he went outdoors, lighted his pipe, and strolled
down to the gate. Leaning on it, he looked toward the mountains, which
were rapidly receding into the night. How majestic and glorious it all
seemed! How soothing to his sore spirit was the gift which had been so
delicately bestowed and which nothing should ever take from him! He
wouldn't have admitted to himself that he was there at the gate because
it was the hour at which Dixie drove her cow up from the pasture across
the way, but he was there with his glance on the pasture-gate. He saw
her coming presently, and went to meet her. Her color rose as she
recognized him above the back of the waddling cow, and she assayed a
mien of casual indifference as she returned his smile.

"I have to tell you," he began, as he turned and suited his step to
hers, "how tickled I am over the way you fixed up my room. I'm certainly
much obliged to you. It's a different place altogether."

"I'm glad you didn't scold me for the liberty I took," she said. "I saw
your front-door wide open, and--and, well, I just couldn't help it. I
never saw such a mess in all my life. It made me sick to look at it. I
simply had to clean it up. Oh, Alfred, you are just a big baby, and it's
a pity to see you left this way."

"And to think that you done it!" Henley said. "With them little hands,
and--and for a big, hulking chap like me."

"Oh, it was fun," she answered. "Joe was with me; he whitewashed the
hearth and cut the pine-tops for the chimney. He'd have moved every
stick of furniture out of the parlor if I'd 'a' let him."

"I kept bachelor's hall for years," Henley said, "but I never once
thought of fixing up the room I occupied. I can see now how much
difference it makes. La me, Dixie, I could set there by the hour and
just--just enjoy it, knowing that you--"

"Don't talk about it any more," she interrupted, with a wistful, upward
glance. "It makes me feel sad to think that after all you've done for
other folks you should make so much over what you ought to have by
rights. I actually cried the other n