It's about
that ma'sh. But the time wa'n't wasted. He'll sell ten acres for twenty
dollars less'n he said last week. Too bad to keep you waitin'! You'd
ought to eat yours while't was hot."
Letty, with a little smile all to herself, sat demurely down and poured
coffee; this was no time to talk of anniversaries. David ate in haste,
and said good-by.
"I'm goin' down the lot to get my withes," said he. "Whilst I'm gone,
you put me up a mite o' luncheon, I sha'n't lay off to come home till
night."
"Oh, David!" said Letty, with a little cry. Then the same knowing smile
crept over her face. "No, I sha'n't," added she willfully. "I'm goin'
to bring it to you."
"Fetch me my dinner? Why, it's a mile and a half 'cross lots! I guess
you won't!"
"You go right along, David," said Letty decisively. "I don't want to
hear another word. I ain't seen the Long Pastur' this summer, and I'm
comin'. Good-by!" She disappeared down the cellar stairs with the
butter-plate poised on a pyramid of dishes, and David, having no time
to argue, went off to his work.
About ten o'clock Letty took her way down to the Long Pasture; she was
a very happy woman, and she could hold her happiness before her face,
regarding it frankly and with a full delight.
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