e
vexed that while we cannot tell whether father and mother are alive or
dead, and whether George will live or die, you put the pain of quarrels
upon us too."

"Well, get you gone now!" said Roger, not immediately discovering that
she was some paces on her way home again before he said that much.

Mildred heard Ailwin calling her to supper, as she drew near the tent.
She did not say where she had been; but perhaps she was more on the
watch, in consequence of what had passed. She soon saw that Roger was
sauntering under the trees; and indeed what she had said, and what he
now saw together, had altered Roger's mind. He was hungry, and once
more tired of being alone and sulky. He was thinking how comfortable
the fire and the steaming kettle looked, and considering how he should
make his approach, when Mildred jumped up, and came running to him.

"They don't know that I came to find you," said she. "Oliver will think
it so kind of you to come and be friends! He will be so pleased! And
there is plenty of supper for everybody."

She ventured to put her hand in his, and lead him forwards into the
light. She told Oliver that Roger was willing to forgive and forget;
and Oliver said that he was quite willing too. Oliver set a stool for
Roger, and offered him his own basin of broth. Ailwin held her
tongue;--which was the most that could be expected of her.

Roger did not quite know what to say and do, when he had finished his
supper, and fed Spy. He swung his legs, as he sat upon his stool,
stared into the fire, and began to whistle. Roger's shrillest whistle,
as it had been sometimes heard in the carr, was anything but agreeable:
but his low whistle, when he was not thinking about it, was soft and
sweet. A gentle chuckle was soon heard from George, as he lay across
Mildred's knees.

"He likes it! He likes such a whistle as that!" exclaimed Mildred. Her
eyes said to Roger, "Do go on!"

Roger went on whistling, better and better,--more and more softly, he
drawing nearer, till he quite bent over the poor sick child, who, after
many signs of pleasure, dropped off into a sleep,--a quiet, sound sleep.

"Thank you!" said Oliver, heartily. "Thank you, Roger!"

"You will do it again to-morrow, will not you, if he should be fretful?"
said Mildred.

Roger nodded. Then he made the cloth drapery hang better over the
pillows on which the child was laid,--so as to keep off the dew
completely, he said. Then he nodded