"You may go with me. I know where the O'Mores' cottage is. I have been there often."
"I'll say you sent it!"
"You may watch me deliver it!"
"Phil may be there by now."
"I hope he is! I should like him to see me do one decent thing by which to remember me."
"I tell you that is not necessary!"
"Not necessary?" cried the girl, her great eyes shining. "Not necessary? Then what on earth is the thing doing here? I just have boasted that I would change, that I would be like her, that I would grow bigger and broader. As the words are spoken God gives me the opportunity to prove whether I am sincere. This is my test, Hart! Don't you see it? If I am big enough to carry that to her, you will believe that there is some good in me. You will not be loving me in vain. This is an especial Providence, man! Be my strength! Help me, as you always have done!"
Henderson arose and shook the leaves from his clothing. He drew Edith Carr to her feet and carefully picked the mosses from her skirts. He went down to the water and moistened his handkerchief to bathe her face.
"Now a dust of powder," he said when the tears were washed away.
From a tiny book Edith tore leaves that she passed over her face.
"All gone!" cried Henderson, critically eying her. "You look almost half as lovely as you really are!"
