"_Don't_ you approve of it, mother?" Winthrop asked quickly. "Yes, yes -- I do, -- in itself; but you know there is one wish before all others in my mind, for him and for you, Winthrop." He said nothing. "Come," she said a moment after more cheerfully, "we must go in and see how cosy and sociable we can make ourselves alone. We must practise," -- for next winter, she was going to say, but something warned her to stop. Winthrop turned away his face, though he answered manfully. "Yes mother -- I must just go over to the bank field and see what Sam Doolittle has been at; and I've got to cut some wood; then I'll be in." "Will you be back by sundown?" "I'll not be long after." The mother gave a look towards the sun, already very near the high western horizon, and another after Winthrop who was moving off at a good pace; and then slowly walked back to the house, one hand clasping its fellow in significant expression. Karen was sitting in her clean kitchen with little Winifred on her knees, and singing to her in a very sweet Methodist tune, "There fairer flowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know. Blest seats! -- through rude and stormy seas, I onward press to you." The mother stooped to take up the child. "What put that into your head, Karen?" "Everything puts it in my head, missus," said the old woman with a smiling look at her; "sometimes when I see the sun go down, I think by'm-by I won't see him get up again; and times when I lose something, I think by'm-by I won't want it; and sometimes when somebody goes away, I think by'm-by we'll be all gone, and then we'll be all together again; only I'd like sometimes to be all together without going first." "Will you get down, Winnie?" said her mother, "and let mamma make a cake for brother Winthrop?" "A cake? -- for Governor?" "Yes; get down, and I'll make one of Governor's hoe-cakes." The spirit of love and cheerfulness had got the upper hand when the little family party gathered again; at least that spirit had rule of all that either eyes or ears could take note of. They gathered in the 'keeping-room,' as it was called; the room used as a common sitting room by the family, though it served also the purpose of a sleeping chamber, and a bed accordingly in one corner formed part of the furniture. Their eyes were accustomed to that. It did not hurt the general effect of comfort. There the supper-table was set this evening; the paper window-curtains were let down, and a blazing fire sparkled and crackled; while before it, on the approved oaken barrel-head set up against the andirons, the delicate rye and indian hoe-cake was toasting into sweetness and brownness. Asahel keeping watch on one side of the fire, and Winifred at the other burning her little fair cheek in premature endeavours to see whether the cake was ready to be turned. "What's going on here!" said Winthrop, catching her up in his arms as he came in.