'Jack,' she said, 'I hanna asked for a present ever.'
'No. You didn't want the bracelets, you silly girl.'
'I want one now.'
'You do, do you?'
'Ah! If you'll give it me, Jack, I'll do aught you want. What'd you like best in the 'orld?'
He considered. He was feeling very fit and almost too much alive.
'Hunter's Spinney over again—up to when we got so gloomy.'
Hazel never wanted to think of that night, nor see the Spinney again. There had been many times since, in the grey-tinted room, that had been nearly as bad. But for evoking a shuddering, startled horror in her mind, nothing came up to that Sunday night.
The reaper was moving again. Soon the rabbits would begin to bolt.
'I'll do ought and go anywhere if you'll do this as I want, Jack.'