Peter Stoupe, who could hardly be parted with, was put back to his place and a new journeyman obtained.

Business came back, winter went, springtime returned, and roses blossomed once more in sweet Jeannette's cheeks; and all went merrily.
As for Mistress Jeannette's cheeks, it seemed to me, as I sat and watched her that evening, that the roses had not done blossoming yet.
But I said little to her, for I guessed she would not talk.

Only, when bed-time came, and I went, as of old, to carry her up the steep stairs, she looked up brightly and said: "I can walk now, Humphrey; _voila_.

That was one good thing your going did for me." "I would it had been any other good," said I, "for it was pleasant to help you.

But, see, you still want some help." "Well, sometimes I walk better.