"Where are you going to be?—Forgive me for asking!"
"O yes. I shall be keeping school in New England somewhere, I suppose; first of all, at Esterbrooke."
"But if I had the care of you—you would not be there?"
"That is my place," said Lois shortly.
"Do you mean it is the place you prefer?"
"There is no question of preference. You know, one's work is what is given one; and the thing given me to do, at present, seems to be there. Of course I do prefer what my work is."
Still the horses were smoothly walking. Mr. Dillwyri was silent a moment.
"You did not understand what I said to you just now. It was earnest."
"I did not think it was anything else," said Lois, beginning to wish herself at home. "I am sure you meant it, and I know you are very good; but—you cannot take care of me."
"Give me your reasons," he said, restraining the horses, which would have set off upon a quicker pace again.