"Try me," he answered.
She held out her hand. He took it. It trembled in his grasp.
"To think," she said, "of my having a friend!" The smile that lit her face transfigured it.
Homer put from him the desire that swelled within his heart to take her in his arms, and began, to talk of her position.
"You can't go on like this," he said.
"If it was only summer," sighed Myron.
"I'll tell you what," he went on, after a moment. "Clem Humphries and Ann Lemon have both applied for help to the township. They'll have to be boarded somewhere. Supposing I get them sent to you to board. The township would allow something for yourself also." Then he added, hastily, "Won't you let me give you enough to put you through the winter? Do, Myron."
"No," she said, answering his last proposition first, "but I would be so glad if they'd let me work for Clem and Ann."
"Well, I'll see about it," said Homer.
A day or two after that, the council, of which Homer was a member, met, and the applications of Ann Lemon and Clem Humphries were laid before them. Homer rose and made a formal proposition on the lines which he had suggested to Myron. It was carried at once. Mr. White was the other Jamestown member of the council, and he was much more concerned about getting home to take his cattle to the lake to water them than about anything else. He made no objection, and the other members of the council had matters relative to their own districts that they were anxious to have considered. The council meetings were open to every one, and the school-house was crowded with village people. Homer observed the looks that passed from one to another, and could not beat back the blood that reddened his swarthy cheeks as he put the formal motion before the council "on behalf of one Myron Holder."