"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,--"