om of the basket and looked up at
him his face was very grave indeed.

"There's plenty for you and me, Governor," she said.

"No," said her brother.

"There is plenty, Winthrop!"

"There is only just enough for you, and you must prove that by
eating them all."

"Why didn't you get some for yourself, Governor!"

He answered that by spreading for her a particularly nice
piece of bread and butter and laying it on her plate alongside
of the strawberries. Winnie took it in the same pleasant mood
and began upon both with great zeal; but before she had got
half through the strawberries something seemed to come over
her recollection; and the latter part of the meal her face
grew more shadowy than the growing evening. When it was over,
Winthrop placed her gently on the couch, and himself put away
the dishes and glasses and eatables from the table. Then he
came and sat down beside her and drew her head to lean upon
him. It was darkening by that time, and the air coming in more
and more fresh at the windows.

"Have you been very tired to-day?"

"No -- I don't know --" said Winnie doubtfully.

"We couldn't have our walk this evening -- I am sorry for that
-- but I was kept so long with Bob Satterthwaite. He is in a
great feaze about some property that he thinks is owing to him
somewhere, and he has been giving me a long detail of matters
and things connected with the business. -- I believe that if I
were in practice he would commission me to get his rights for
him. And an old classmate and friend of mine, Bob Cool, was in
town to-day and came to see me. _He_ was expressing a very
earnest wish that I were working on my own hook."

"Oh I wish you were!" -- said Winnie.

"Patience. I shall be in a little while more, if all goes
well. Mr. Cool promises I shall have all his business."

"Is that much?"

"I don't know. It seems so."

"But isn't Mr. Satterthwaite rich?"

"Yes -- very."

"Then what is he in a feaze about money for?"

"He is not so rich he mightn't be richer, I suppose, Winnie.
And besides, nobody likes to be cheated."

"Is Mr. Haye rich?"

"Yes! What made you think of him?"

Winnie hesitated. "She was here to-day."

"She! Who? -- Clam?"

"No, not Clam."

"Who then?"

"Why -- Miss Haye."

"Was _she_ here?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"This morning. She staid a good while with me."

"It was kind of her," said Winthrop after a little pause.

There was a pause then of some length.

"Has Mis