"No, not until you pay for them. You don't deserve them for being so nasty and suspicious."
"Give me the flowers, Hetty; I promise never to doubt you again."
"Yes, you will; it is your nature to doubt."
"I have no words to say what I feel for you."
Frere's eyes emphasized this statement so emphatically, that the empty-headed girl by his side felt her heart touched for the moment.
"What do you want me to do, Mr. Horace?" she asked, lowering her eyes.
"To give me the flowers, and to be nice to me."
"Come down to the brook after supper, perhaps I'll give them to you then. There's aunt calling me—don't keep me, please." She rushed off.
"Hetty," said Mrs. Armitage, the innkeeper's wife, "did I hear you talking to Mr. Horace Frere in the porch?"
"Yes, Aunt Fanny, you did," replied Hetty.