"I've shown that," she returned, quickly.
"Yes. You say I know how you've cared for me—and I do. I know HOW. It's just in one certain way—Jonathan and David—"
"Isn't that a pretty good way, Joe?"
"Never fear that I don't understand!" He got to his feet again and looked at her steadily.
"Thank you, Joe." She wiped sudden tears from her eyes.
"Don't you be sorry for me," he said. "Do you think that 'passing the love of women' isn't enough for me?"
"No," she answered, humbly.
"I'll have people at work on the old house to-morrow," he began. "And for the—"
"I've kept you so long!" she interrupted, helped to a meek sort of gayety by his matter-of-fact tone. "Good-night, Joe." She gave him her hand. "I don't want you to come with me. It isn't very late and this is Canaan."
"I want to come with you, however," he said, picking up his hat. "You can't go alone."