Presently she said again:
"I wish I could have been a little child always. You are good then. You
are never selfish; you like every one to have everything; but when you are
grown up there are some things you like to have all to yourself, you don't
like any one else to have any of them."
"Yes," said Waldo sleepily, and she did not speak again.
When they reached the farmhouse all was dark, for Lyndall had retired as
soon as they got home.
Waldo lifted Em from her saddle, and for a moment she leaned her head on
his shoulder and clung to him.
"You are very tired," he said, as he walked with her to the door; "let me
go in and light a candle for you."
"No, thank you; it is all right," she said. "Good night, Waldo, dear."
But when she went in she sat long alone in the dark.
Chapter 2.VII. Waldo Goes Out to Taste Life, and Em Stays At Home and
Tastes It.
At nine o'clock in the evening, packing his bundles for the next morning's
start, Waldo looked up, and was surprised to see Em's yellow head peeping
in at his door. It was many a month since she had been there. She said
she had made him sandwiches for his journey, and she stayed a while to help
him put his goods into the saddlebags.
"You can leave the old things lying about," she said; "I will lock the
room, and keep it waiting for you to come back some day.
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