"God's little girl," he repeated. "Well, I need not be jealous of Him. He will give me a square deal. He'll not take you away from me."
"Oh, Abraham," she said, rising hurriedly, "I am going to—to——," and she sneezed.
"You are catching cold," he said, stooping to pick up the vine leaves that had fallen from her head. "What did I let you sit on that damp stone for? I don't know the first thing about takin' care of a woman."
"You will have plenty of time to learn," she laughed, holding out her hands for the wreath.
"I should like to keep this always, but it will wither."
"Let us leave the Queen's crown on her throne," and he took the wreath from her and put it on the stone where she had been sitting.
Then, with his strong arms to help her, they left the quiet place, climbed the bluff and hurried home across lots to the Rutledge farm.