"For each job," he interrupted her. "A lot of cars came in that needed tinkering with after the storm, and they were short of hands. I made more than two dollars, and we'll ride in state into Hunnikers!" Lou made no reply, but after breakfast she drew him out on the little porch. "Jim, I--I'm not goin' on." "What!" he exclaimed. "The woman that runs this place, she--she wants a girl to help her, an' I guess I'll stay." Lou's tones were none too steady, and she did not meet his eyes. "I--I don't believe I'd like New York." "You, a servant here?" He took one of her hands very gently in his. "I didn't mean to tell you until we were nearly there, and as it is, there is a lot that I can't tell you even now, but this much I want you to know. You're not going to work any more, Lou. You're going to a lovely old lady who lives in a big house all by herself, and there you are going to study and play until you are really grown up, and know as much as anybody." She smiled and shook her head. "This is the sort of place for me, Jim. I wasn't meant for anythin' else, an' if I should live to be a hundred I could never know as much as that lady at the circus who called you 'Jimmie Abbott.'" "What--" Jim exploded for the second time. "At least, she said you looked like him, and if she didn't know you were in Canada----" "Good Lord! What was she doing there?" "She was with another lady an' two gentlemen, an' I guess they come in an ottermobile," Lou explained. "They was in one the next day, anyway--the one that slammed into the egg-wagon." She described in detail the two occurrences, and added miserably: "I didn't mean to tell you, Jim, but as long as I'm not goin' on with you I might as well. It was me that walked on your note-book back there on Mrs. Bemis's porch. It had fallen open on the floor, an' when I picked it up I couldn't help seein' the name that was written across the page. It was your own business, of course, if you didn't want to give your real name to anybody----" "Listen, Lou." He had caught her other hand now and was holding them both very tightly. "You _are_ going on with me! I can't explain now about my name, but it doesn't matter; nothing matters except that you are not going to be a quitter! You said that you would go on to New York with me, and you're going to keep your word." "I know better now," she replied quietly. "It's--it's been a wonderful time, but I've got to work an' earn my keep an' try to learn as I go along. It isn't just exactly breakin' my word; I didn't realize----" "Realize what?" he demanded as she hesitated. "I thought at first that you were kinder like me; it wasn't until I saw that lady an' found you were a friend of hers, that I knew you were different." Her eyes were still downcast, and now a tinge of color mounted in her cheeks. "I couldn't bear to have you take me to that other lady in the city and be a-ashamed of me----"