"I'm not," said Leslie. "You have a right to live your life in your own way. I have seen enough of running for office, elections and appointments that I hate it. You do the work you educated yourself for and I'll help you."
"Then my success is assured," laughed Douglas. "Leslie, may I leave my basket here? Will you care for it like yours, and may I come to see it often?"
"No. You may come to see me and look at the basket incidentally," she answered.
"Do you think Mrs. Minturn will go to the swamp to listen to those birds?" he asked.
"Eventually she will," answered the girl. "I may have to begin by taking her to an orchard to hear a bird of gold sing a golden song about 'sewing, and mending, and baby tending,' to start on; but when she hears that, she will be eager for more."
"How interesting!" cried Douglas. "'Bearer of Morning,' sing that song to me now."
Leslie whistled the air, beating time with her hand, then sang the words:
"I can wash, sir, I can spin, sir, I can sew and mend, and babies tend."
"Oh you 'Bringer of Song!'" exulted Douglas. "I'd rather hear you sing that than any bird, but from what she said, Nellie Minturn won't care particularly for it!"
"She may not approve of, or practise, the sentiment," said Leslie, "but she'll love the music and possibly the musician."