She thought it would be nice, and interestedly watched him build one in the big fireplace.
He formed a fortress of logs with the usual huge one for a background. When he had a fire to his liking he came and sat beside her.
“That was wonderful—what you did this morning,” he said abruptly.
“No; it was simply instinctive.”
“It was a hair-breadth thing to do, but very brave.”
“It wasn’t bravery,” she denied after a moment’s reflection. “It was—I can’t tell you just what it was.”
“It made me bless the fate that led me to you that day.”
“Then,” she said lightly, but coloring confusedly, “I am glad I was able to do it—to repay you and Mrs. Kingdon in part. But where have you been all day?”
“I have been down in the farthest field.”
“Working?”