ous?"

"As death, John. What is it?"

"I writ a letter for thee to thy friend Jeanne De la Noye"--

"'T is a sad truth, John."

"And methought there was in it some word that pointed to--to"--

"Yes; good youth, that pointed to--to--and what then?"

"That pointed to some contract, or mayhap naught more than some
understanding"--

"If 't was a word that pointed to any understanding of thee and thy
stammerings, John Alden, I pray thee speak it without more ado. Say out
what is in thy mind if indeed there is aught there."

"Well then, art thou promised to Jacques De la Noye, and is he coming
here to wed thee?"

The rich color of Priscilla's cheek deepened to crimson and the slender
thread in her hand snapped sharply, but in an instant she recovered
herself, and deftly joining the thread exclaimed.--

"See now what mischief thy folly hath wrought! Of a truth there's no
call to complain of blindness in thy speech now, Master Alden. But
still I have noted that if thou canst drive a bashful youth out of his
bashfulness, there are no bounds to his forwardness."

"Loth were I to offend thee, Priscilla, and that thou knowest right
well, but I fain would have an answer to my query. If 't is a secret,
thou knowest I will keep it."

"Nay, I'll keep it myself, and not trouble thee with what proved too
burdensome for myself."

"But Priscilla, I am sent to thee with a proffer of marriage, and if
thou 'rt already bespoke 't is not fitting that thou shouldst hear it."

"Thou 'rt sent, John Alden!" exclaimed the girl dropping the thread, and
pressing her foot upon the treadle until it creaked. "Who sent thee?"

"Captain Standish."

"Sent thee! Was it too much honor to a poor maid for him to do his own
errand?"

"Nay, be not angered, Priscilla, although he feared thou wouldst be."

"Ah, he did fear it, did he. Then why did he do it?"

"Why, he feared that thou wert angry already, and he would have thee
know he stood in terror, and dared not present himself"--

"John Alden, art thou and thy master joined in league to flout and
insult me, an orphaned maid? If thou hast an errand from Captain
Standish to me, say it out in as few words as may be, or I will never
speak word to thee again."

Perhaps the sight of that suddenly pallid face, those blazing eyes and
brave scornful mouth, steadied the young man's nerves, as cowards in the
camp have been known to become heroes in the field; at any rate his
brow cleared, his vo