She laid her hand upon his knee, without speaking to him or looking at him.
"Mother — I'll be your provider."
"I would a great deal rather be yours, Governor," she said, turning to him a somewhat wistful face.
"There isn't anything in the world I would rather," said he, kissing her cheek.
She gave him a look that was reward enough.
"I wonder how soon they will come," she said.
"That is what I was just asking; and pa said he supposed as soon as the weather was settled."
"That won't be yet awhile. You must see and have a good garden, Governor. Perhaps it will be all for the best."
CHAPTER VIII.
Hills questioning the heavens for light —
Ravines too deep to scan!
As if the wild earth mimicked there
The wilder heart of man;
Only it shall be greener far
And gladder, than hearts ever are.
E. B. BROWNING.