"When it's worth while," said Sam. "But you know, ma'am—You know, Mr.
Linden, it's thanks enough to do anything for Miss Faith."
"I know that very well." Quiet as the words were they brought all Sam's ideas to the ground like his own pigeons.
"Where are you now in college, Sam?" Faith went on perhaps because she felt herself a coward.
Sam made answer, in a more subdued state of mind than was usual when he announced his Sophomorical distinctions.
"What are you going to do when you come out?"
"O I don't know, Miss Faith,—father says I can do just what I like."
"And you don't know what that will be, Sam?"
"No—" said Sam. "I can't even guess."
"A man who can do what he likes ought to do a great deal," said Mr. Linden. "Reuben, will you take the upper road home, and give these flowers to Ency Stephens for Miss Faith?"
"O yes, sir!" Reuben said.