“Nobody’s business how it looks,” said Jim, “but I think you ought to know the truth about it, and I think I am more likely to give you information than Whittle. Of course he has an ax to grind. Perhaps if I had an ax to grind, you couldn’t trust me.” “Yes, I could,” returned the girl with conviction. “I knew that the minute I looked at you. I always know the people I can trust. I know I could not trust Deacon Whittle. I made allowances, the way one does for a clock that runs too fast or too slow. I think one always has to be doing addition or subtraction with people, to understand them.” “Well, you had better try a little subtraction with me.” “I don’t have to. I didn’t mean with everybody. Of course there are exceptions. That was a beautiful skin you gave me. I didn’t half thank you.” “Nonsense. I was glad to give it.” “Do you hunt much?” “About all I am good for except to run our little farm and do odd jobs. I used to work in the chair factory.” “I shouldn’t think you would have liked that.” “Didn’t; had to do what I could.” “What would you like to do?” “Oh, I don’t know. I never had any choice, so I never gave it any thought. Something that would keep me out of doors, I reckon.” “Do you know much about plants and trees?” “I don’t know whether I know much; I love them, that’s all.” “You could do some landscape gardening for a place like this, I should think.” Jim stared at her, and drew himself up haughtily. “It really is late, Miss Orr,” he said. “I think, if you will allow me, I will take you home.” “What are you angry about?” “I am not angry.” “Yes, you are. You are angry because I said that about landscape gardening.” “I am not a beggar or a man who undertakes a job he is not competent to perform, if I am poor.” “Will you undertake setting those grounds to rights, if I buy the place?” “Why don’t you hire a regular landscape man if you have so much money?” asked Jim rudely. “I would rather have you. I want somebody I can work with. I have my own ideas. I want to hire you to work with me. Will you?” “Time enough to settle that when you’ve bought the place. You must go home now. Here, take my arm. This sidewalk is an apology for one.” Lydia took the young man’s arm obediently, and they began walking. “What on earth are you going to do with all that truck you bought?” asked Jim. Lydia laughed. “To tell you the truth, I haven’t the slightest idea,” said she. “Pretty awful, most of it, isn’t it?” “I wouldn’t give it house room.” “I won’t either. I bought it, but I won’t have it.” “You must take us for a pretty set of paupers, to throw away money like that.” “Now, don’t you get mad again. I did want to buy it. I never wanted to buy things so much in my life.” “I never saw such a queer girl.” “You will know I am not queer some time, and I would tell you why now, but—” “Don’t you tell me a thing you don’t want to.” “I think I had better wait just a little. But I don’t know about all those things.”