"You didn't tell me that I shouldn't think of you as I please."
"But I didn't tell you to speak what you might be pleased to think. There, Carl is calling me. Good-bye."
CHAPTER X.
Jim Taylor, too humane to impose the burden of his weight upon a horse, always made his visits on foot, and this day while trudging homeward, he met Mrs. Cranceford. She had of late conceived so marked a sympathy for him, that her manner toward him was warmly gentle.
Taylor stepped to the road-side and halted there as she drove up alone in a buggy. With a sorrowful reverence he took off his hat, and she smiled sympathetically; and the lazy old horse, appearing to understand it all, stopped of his own accord.
"Good morning, Jim. Have you been over to the house?"
"Yes, ma'm, just left there."
"How is he?"
"So much better that I believe he's going to get well."