"Don't they? It seems to me you're calmly arranging to do all my work yourself—the work you said I'd have to hire done."
"These are just a few little chores for a neighbor. Nobody would think of charging for them. We sort of swap work about here."
"But what work could I do for you?"
"Huh!" Angus hesitated, at a loss for an answer. "Oh, lots of things. You could—er—um—yes, of course you could."
"You can't think of one single thing I could do!"
"You could pick berries," said Angus struck by a brilliant thought. "Yes, you could do that better than any man. I always have a lot more than I can use, and you could put up all you needed for the winter."
"And you think giving me fruit would pay for—p-pay for—"
She broke off, and Angus saw to his utter amazement that her eyes were full of tears, as she bent her head.
"Whatever is the matter?" he whispered. "Is it anything I've said?"
"It's—it's everything you've said," she murmured. "Don't say anything for a minute, please."