"
Winston's eyes twinkled. "Well," he said reflectively, "I don't want
you to fancy that last night commits you to any line of conduct in
regard to me. I only asked for a truce, you see."
Maud Barrington was a trifle nettled. "Yes?" she said.
"Then, I want to show you how you can discharge any trifling obligation
you may fancy you may owe me, which of course would be more pleasant to
you. Do not allow your uncle to sell any wheat forward to you, and
persuade him to sow every acre that belongs to you this spring."
"But however would this benefit you?" asked the girl.
Winston laughed. "I have a fancy that I can straighten up things at
Silverdale, if I can get my way. It would please me, and I believe
they want it. Of course a desire to improve anything appears curious
in me!"
Maud Barrington was relieved of the necessity of answering, for the
Colonel came up just then, but, moved by some sudden impulse, she
nodded as if in agreement.
It was afternoon when she awakened from a refreshing sleep, and
descending to the room set apart for herself and her aunt, sat
thoughtfully still a while in a chair beside the stove. Then,
stretching out her hand, she took up a little case of photographs and
slipped out one of them. It was a portrait of a boy and pony, but
there was a significance in the fact that she knew just where to find
it. The picture was a good one, and once more Maud Barrington noticed
the arrogance, which did not, however, seem out of place there in the
lad's face.
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