"They make the difference between us too plain. You should wear them always. It was what you were meant for, and, when I married you, I had a notion that I might be able to give you such things some day and take you where other people wear them. Everything, however, is against me now. We may not even keep Prospect, and you are only the wife of a half-ruined prairie farmer." Carrie held her arms out. "I wouldn't be anything else if I could. You know that, too. Come and kiss me, Charley, and never say anything of the kind again." The man hesitated, and she guessed that he was thinking of his dusty jean. "Have I lost my attractiveness that you need asking twice?" she said. Leland came towards her, and she slipped an arm about his neck, regardless of the costly dress. Taking up his hard, brown hand, she looked tenderly at the broken nails. "Ah," she said, "it has worked so hard for me. Do you think I don't know why you toil late and early this year, and never spend a cent on anything that is not for my pleasure? I must have cost you a good deal, Charley." She saw the blood rise into the man's face, and laughed softly. "Oh, I know it all. Once I tried to hate you for it--and now, if it hadn't made it so hard for you, I should be almost glad. Still, Charley, I would do almost anything to make you feel that--it was worth while." "My dear," said Leland hoarsely, "I have never regretted it, and I would not even if I had to turn teamster and let Prospect go, except for the trouble it would bring you." Carrie laughed softly. "Still, it will never come to that. This hand is too firm and capable to let anything go, and I fancy I can do something, too. After all, I do not think Mrs. Custer is very much stronger or cleverer than I am." She pushed him gently away from her. "Now go and get ready for supper. I will be down presently." Leland went away with glad obedience. When Eveline Annersly came in later, she found Carrie once more attired very plainly, and the casket locked. Her eyes were a trifle hazy, but she looked up with a smile. "I shall not put them on again, but I do not mind," she said. "They will go to ploughing and harrowing next season. There is something to be done beforehand, and I want you to come in to the railroad station with me to-morrow." They went down to supper, during which Carrie was unusually talkative. When Eveline Annersly left them after the meal was over, she turned to her husband. "Charley," she said, "you could get along alone for two or three days, if I went into Winnipeg?" "I could," said Leland. "Still, I wouldn't like it. But what do you want to go there for?" "Well," said Carrie, reflectively, "there are two or three things I want, and one or two I have to do--business things at the bank. I had a letter from Barrock-holme, you know. I suppose those bankers are really trustworthy people?" Leland laughed. "Oh, yes, I think they could be trusted with anything you were likely to put into their hands."