'And you'll do always as you like,' Edward went on, 'and be my little sister.' Then, to make matters clearer, he added: 'and you shall have a room papered with buttercups and daisies for your very own.' 'Eh! how grand!' 'You'll like that?' His voice was wistful in its eagerness for a denial. 'Ah! I shall like it right well.' Edward made no reply. He was never any good at putting in a word for himself. He was usually left out of things, and stood contentedly in the background while inferior men pushed in front of him. 'And now,' he said, 'I'll give you a token till I can get you a ring.' He picked a spray of the faint pink and blue flowers. 'What's its name?' he asked. 'Virgin's pride.' Edward gave her a quick look. Then he realized that she was as innocent as her little fox, and as free from artifice. That was its name, so she told it to him. 'A very pretty little flower, and a very sweet name,' he said, 'And now, where's your father?' 'Guzzling his supper.' Edward frowned. Then the humour of the situation struck him, and he laughed. Abel rose as they came to the door. 'Well, mister,' he inquired glumly, 'what'n you after? Money for them missions to buy clothes for savages as 'd liefer go bare? Or money for them poor clergy? I'm poorer nor the clergy.' 'I want to marry Hazel.' Abel flung back his head and roared. Then he jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards Hazel. 'What?--'er?' he queried in ecstasies of mirth. ''Er? Look at the floor, man! Look at the apern she's got on! Laws, man! you surely dunna want our 'Azel for your missus?' 'Yes.' Edward was nettled and embarrassed. 'Well, 'er's only eighteen.' He looked Hazel over appraisingly, as he would have looked at a heifer. 'Still, I suppose she's an 'ooman growed. Well, you can take her. I dunna mind. When d'you want her?' I shall ask her when she will wish to marry me.' Abel laughed again. 'Lord love us!' he said. 'You unna take and ax her? Tell her, that's what! Just tell her what to do, and she'll do it if you give her one for herself now and agen. So you mean marrying, do yer?' Edward was angry. Abel's outlook and manner of expression rawed his nerves. 'I leave all the arrangements to her,' he said stiffly. 'Then the devil aid you,' said Abel, 'for I canna!' Hazel stood with downcast face, submissive, but ill at ease. She wanted to spring at her father and scream, 'Ho'd yer row!' for she hated him for talking so to Edward. Somehow it made her flushed and ashamed for Edward to be told to 'give her one for herself.' She looked at him under her lashes, and wondered if he would. There was something not altogether unpleasant in the idea. She felt that to be ordered about by young lips and struck by a young man's hand would be, as business men say, 'quite in order.' She appraised Edward, and decided that he would not. Had she been able to decide in the affirmative, she would probably have fallen in love with him there and then.