"Is he up at the mill to-day?"
"He is always there," said Fleda, sighing.
There was another silence.
"Charlton," said Fleda, looking up with a face of the loveliest insinuation "isn't there something you might do to help us a little?"
"I will help you garden, Fleda, with pleasure."
"I would rather you should help somebody else," said she, still looking at him.
"What, Hugh? You would have me go and work at the mill for him, I suppose?"
"Don't be angry with me, Charlton, for suggesting it," said
Fleda, looking down again.
"Angry!" said he. "But is that what you would have me do."
"Not unless you like; I didn't know but you might take his place once in a while for a little, to give him a rest "