s, it was.

Winnie sat or lay down under the trees, and there Winthrop
left her for a while; when he came back it was with flushed
face and crisped hair and a basket full of berries. He threw
himself down on the ground beside Winnie, threw his hat off on
the other side, and gave her the basket. Winnie set it down
again, after a word of comment, and her head took its wonted
place of rest with a little smothered sigh.

"How do you feel, Winnie?" said her brother, passing his hand
gently over her cheek.

"O I feel very well," said Winnie. "But Governor, I wish you
could keep all this! --"

"I couldn't live here and in Mannahatta too, Winnie."

"But Governor, you don't mean always to live in Mannahatta, do
you? -- and nowhere else?"

"My work is there, Winnie."

"Yes, but you can't play there, Governor."

"I don't want to play," he said gently and lightly.

"But why, Governor?" -- said Winnie, whom the remark made
uneasy, she couldn't tell why; -- "why don't you want to play?
why shouldn't you?"

"I feel more appetite for work."

"But you didn't use to be so," said Winnie, raising her head
to look at him. "You used to like play as well as anybody,
Winthrop?"

"Perhaps I do yet, Winnie, if I had a chance."

"But then what do you mean by your having more appetite for
work? and not wanting to play?"

"I suppose it means no more but that the chance is wanting."

"But _why_ is it wanting, Governor?"

"Why are your Solomon's Seals not in flower?"

Winnie turned her head to look at them, and then brought it
round again with the uneasiness in full force.

"But Governor! -- you don't mean to say that your life is like
that?"

"Like what, Winnie?" said he with a pleasant look at her.

"Why, anything so dismal -- like the Solomon's Seals with the
flower gone?"

"Are they dismal?"

"Why, no, -- but you would be, if you were like anything of
that kind."

"Do I look like anything of that kind?"

"No," said Winnie, "indeed you don't, -- you never _look_ the
least bit dismal in the world."

"I am not the least bit in the world, Winnie."

"I wish you had everything in the world that would give you
pleasure!" she said, looking at him wistfully, with a vague
unselfish consciousness that it might not all be for hers.

"That would be too much for any man's share, Winnie. You would
make a Prince in a fairy tale of me."

"Well, what if I would?" said Winnie, half smiling, half
sighing, and paying him all