Cynthia sat down on the grassy mound under the apple tree and clasped her hands across her knees. She looked up at him and shook her head. "Don't you see that I couldn't wear it, Uncle Jethro?" "Why not?" he demanded. "Ch-change it if you've a mind to hev green." She shook her head, and smiled at him a little sadly. "T-took me a full hour to choose that, Cynthy," said he. "H-had to go to Boston so I got it there." He was, indeed, grievously disappointed at this reception of his gift, and he stood eying the cardinal cloth very mournfully as it lay on the paper. Cynthia, remorseful, reached up and seized his hand. "Sit down here, Uncle Jethro." He sat down on the mound beside her, very much perplexed. She still held his hand in hers. "Uncle Jethro," she said slowly, "you mustn't think I'm not grateful." "N-no," he answered; "I don't think that, Cynthy. I know you be." "I am grateful--I'm very grateful for everything you give me, although I should love you just as much if you didn't give me anything." She was striving very hard not to offend him, for in some ways he was as sensitive as Wetherell himself. Even Coniston folk had laughed at the idiosyncrasy which Jethro had of dressing his wife in brilliant colors, and the girl knew this. "G-got it for you to wear to Brampton on the Fourth of July, Cynthy," he said. "Uncle Jethro, I couldn't wear that to Brampton!" "You'd look like a queen," said he. "But I'm not a queen," objected Cynthia. "Rather hev somethin' else?" "Yes," she said, looking at him suddenly with the gleam of laughter in her eyes, although she was on the verge of tears. "Wh-what?" Jethro demanded. "Well," said Cynthia, demurely gazing down at her ankles, "shoes and stockings." The barefooted days had long gone by. Jethro laughed. Perhaps some inkling of her reasons came to him, for he had a strange and intuitive understanding of her. At any rate, he accepted her decision with a meekness which would have astonished many people who knew only that side of him which he showed to the world. Gently she released her hand, and folded up the bundle again and gave it to him. "B-better keep it--hadn't you?" "No, you keep it. And I will wear it for you when I am rich, Uncle Jethro." Jethro did keep it, and in due time the cardinal cloth had its uses. But Cynthia did not wear it on the Fourth of July.