"But," faltered Jella, hesitatingly, "do you go far?"
"No, not so very far either."
"Still, where do you go?"
"Come and see, dear."
Jella did not exactly know what to do. She fain would go with him, and yet she was afraid of what people might say about her, and again she shuddered at the thought of having to remain at home quite alone.
"You are not afraid to come with me," he asked; "are you?"
"Afraid? No, why should I be? you surely would take care of me?"
"Of course; why do you not come, then?"
"Because the old women might say that it is improper."
"Oh," quoth he, laughing, "only old women who have daughters of their own to marry, say such things!"