She never ceased to wonder about that.
What could be his reason?
What could there be in the Deep Heart country to whom a little child could make a difference?
But it was none of her business, she sagely concluded, and could wait the light of the future. Maybe Brand would some day tell her all about it.
So she worked and planned for two days more. At their end she drove the cultivator to the stable and stood stretching her tired shoulder muscles while Bud unharnessed the team.
She looked back at the field with smiling eyes.
“Can only get in it about once more,” she said, “it’s growing so fast.”
“Pretty,” Bud said, “pretty as you, almost. Do you know you’re awfully pretty, Sis?”
“Hush!” she laughed. “You’ll make me vain. Pretty is as pretty does, you know.”
“Well, the Lord knows you do enough,” returned the boy bitterly, “if I was only half a man——”