I will give it to you, and the next time you see Mr.Hewlitt you can tell him you have a copy, and then he will leave you alone!" That was how it happened that at the next festival Miss Sally did not run when she saw Eliph' Hewlitt approaching, but stood waiting for him.

He stepped up to her with a smile that was half pleasure and half excuse.
"I don't want to buy a book," she said quickly.

"I've got one.

Mrs.
Smith gave me the one she had.

So you needn't pester me any more." "I didn't want to sell you a book," said Eliph' gently, "although I am glad to learn you have one.