Unwrapping her bundle, she took the apron, soap, and broken comb, and wandered down the bank of the stream until in the seclusion beneath the bridge she came upon a pool formed by outjutting rocks, where she performed her limited toilet. Then, scrubbing the greasy apron vigorously, she hung it on a bramble bush behind the mill to dry, and scuttling across the road, made for the woods back of the house where she had committed her nocturnal depredation. An hour later when Jim came slowly up the hill road from the direction of Hudsondale, he saw a tiny smudge of smoke rising from a rock well hidden in the rank undergrowth at the edge of the stream, and approaching it found Lou industriously brushing her coat with a broom which she had improvised of small twigs tied together. Beside her, carefully cradled in her sunbonnet, were half a dozen new-laid eggs. "Good morning." He greeted her with a little bow, and sank down on the rock. "Were you frightened to find yourself left all alone?" "Oh, no. I knew you would come back," she replied serenely. Then, as she noted his glance fall upon the eggs she added in swift self-defense: "You needn't think I stole those; I found them back in the woods a piece. O-oh!" He had carried a large paper package under his arm, and now as he unwrapped it her wonderment changed to swift rapture. It contained an overall apron of bright pink check, a cheap straw hat, and a remnant of green ribbon. "I ain't had a pink dress since I was ten!" Her dark eyes were perilously glistening. "I'd almost have died for one, but you had to wear blue after that, 'count of doin' work 'round. Oh, an' that hat! I kin put that ribbon on it as easy as----" She halted suddenly and lowered her eyelashes, adding: "But you hadn't any call to buy them for me; I can't pay you back right now." Jim's reply was irrelevant. "Why, your eyes aren't black, after all! They're violet-blue, the deepest blue I ever saw!" Then he caught himself up, reddening furiously, and after a moment said in a casual tone: "That's all right about the things, Lou; you can pay me when you get some work to do. Now, go fix yourself up, and we'll have breakfast." When she had disappeared into the mill he cursed himself for a fool. The child had trusted him as a comrade; what would she think if he began paying her compliments? What had come over him, anyway? He had seen women with violet-blue eyes in more countries than one; beautiful women with every enhancement which breeding and wealth could bestow. It must have been sheer surprise in discovering any attribute of prettiness at all about so uncompromisingly homely a girl as poor little Lou.