"P'raps it was greedy to want to keep her to ourselves always." Thomas had dropped into a chair by the door.

"I've got to write, and I can't," he said solemnly, looking up with a half comic, half wistful look in his blue eyes.

"My hands is shaking, and my wits is shaking, and--and--but I must, of course, and I am going to Norton to-night to post it, so as the child can get it in the morning." "No--excuse me--you are not," said Miss Grace, shaking her head at him, laughing, but decisive.

"I have my bicycle.

I can go there and back in next to no time.