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“
Come
,
”
he
said
,
“
let
’
s
be
off
.
”
He
stood
up
and
shook
the
grass
from
his
loose
grey
clothes
.
“
What
a
good
day
!
Where
are
you
going
to
take
me
tomorrow
?
”
That
evening
after
supper
Charity
sat
alone
in
the
kitchen
and
listened
to
Mr
.
Royall
and
young
Harney
talking
in
the
porch
.
She
had
remained
indoors
after
the
table
had
been
cleared
and
old
Verena
had
hobbled
up
to
bed
.
The
kitchen
window
was
open
,
and
Charity
seated
herself
near
it
,
her
idle
hands
on
her
knee
.
The
evening
was
cool
and
still
.
Beyond
the
black
hills
an
amber
west
passed
into
pale
green
,
and
then
to
a
deep
blue
in
which
a
great
star
hung
.
The
soft
hoot
of
a
little
owl
came
through
the
dusk
,
and
between
its
calls
the
men
’
s
voices
rose
and
fell
.
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
was
full
of
a
sonorous
satisfaction
.
It
was
a
long
time
since
he
had
had
anyone
of
Lucius
Harney
’
s
quality
to
talk
to
:
Charity
divined
that
the
young
man
symbolized
all
his
ruined
and
unforgotten
past
.
When
Miss
Hatchard
had
been
called
to
Springfield
by
the
illness
of
a
widowed
sister
,
and
young
Harney
,
by
that
time
seriously
embarked
on
his
task
of
drawing
and
measuring
all
the
old
houses
between
Nettleton
and
the
New
Hampshire
border
,
had
suggested
the
possibility
of
boarding
at
the
red
house
in
his
cousin
’
s
absence
,
Charity
had
trembled
lest
Mr
.
Royall
should
refuse
.
There
had
been
no
question
of
lodging
the
young
man
:
there
was
no
room
for
him
.
But
it
appeared
that
he
could
still
live
at
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
if
Mr
.
Royall
would
let
him
take
his
meals
at
the
red
house
;
and
after
a
day
’
s
deliberation
Mr
.
Royall
consented
.
Charity
suspected
him
of
being
glad
of
the
chance
to
make
a
little
money
.
He
had
the
reputation
of
being
an
avaricious
man
;
but
she
was
beginning
to
think
he
was
probably
poorer
than
people
knew
.
His
practice
had
become
little
more
than
a
vague
legend
,
revived
only
at
lengthening
intervals
by
a
summons
to
Hepburn
or
Nettleton
;
and
he
appeared
to
depend
for
his
living
mainly
on
the
scant
produce
of
his
farm
,
and
on
the
commissions
received
from
the
few
insurance
agencies
that
he
represented
in
the
neighbourhood
.
At
any
rate
,
he
had
been
prompt
in
accepting
Harney
’
s
offer
to
hire
the
buggy
at
a
dollar
and
a
half
a
day
;
and
his
satisfaction
with
the
bargain
had
manifested
itself
,
unexpectedly
enough
,
at
the
end
of
the
first
week
,
by
his
tossing
a
ten
-
dollar
bill
into
Charity
’
s
lap
as
she
sat
one
day
retrimming
her
old
hat
.
“
Here
—
go
get
yourself
a
Sunday
bonnet
that
’
ll
make
all
the
other
girls
mad
,
”
he
said
,
looking
at
her
with
a
sheepish
twinkle
in
his
deep
-
set
eyes
;
and
she
immediately
guessed
that
the
unwonted
present
—
the
only
gift
of
money
she
had
ever
received
from
him
—
represented
Harney
’
s
first
payment
.
But
the
young
man
’
s
coming
had
brought
Mr
.
Royall
other
than
pecuniary
benefit
.
It
gave
him
,
for
the
first
time
in
years
,
a
man
’
s
companionship
.
Charity
had
only
a
dim
understanding
of
her
guardian
’
s
needs
;
but
she
knew
he
felt
himself
above
the
people
among
whom
he
lived
,
and
she
saw
that
Lucius
Harney
thought
him
so
.
She
was
surprised
to
find
how
well
he
seemed
to
talk
now
that
he
had
a
listener
who
understood
him
;
and
she
was
equally
struck
by
young
Harney
’
s
friendly
deference
.
Their
conversation
was
mostly
about
politics
,
and
beyond
her
range
;
but
tonight
it
had
a
peculiar
interest
for
her
,
for
they
had
begun
to
speak
of
the
Mountain
.
She
drew
back
a
little
,
lest
they
should
see
she
was
in
hearing
.
