Before they could answer she added with seeming innocency, yet with a swift glance into the face of the farmer boy, "I must go now so I'll be home when Phares comes to invite me to that sale. I'm going with him; I'm wild to go." "Yes?" David said slowly. "Yes," she repeated, a teasing look in her eyes. "Mommie, isn't she fine?" David said after Phœbe was gone and he lingered in the house. "Mighty fine. But she is so different from the general run of girls; she's so lively and bright and sweet, so sensitive to all impressions. She's anxious to get to the city to study music. It would be a wonderful experience for her--and yet----" "And yet----" echoed David, then fell into silence. Mother Bab was thinking of her boy and Phœbe, of their gay comradeship. How friendly they were, how well-mated they appeared to be, how appreciative of each other. Could they ever care for each other in a deeper way? Did the preacher care for the playmate of his childhood as she thought David was beginning to care? "Well, I must go again, mommie. I came in for a drink at the pump and heard you and Phœbe. Now I must hustle for I have a lot to do before sundown--ach, why aren't we rich!" "Do you wish for that?" "Certainly I do. Not wealthy; just to have enough so we needn't lie awake wondering if the dry spell or the wet spell or the hail will ruin the crops. I wish I could find an Aladdin's lamp." "Davie"--the smile faded from her face--"don't get the money craze. Money isn't everything. This farm is paid for and we can always make a comfortable living. Money isn't all." "No, but--but it means everything sometimes to a young, single fellow. But don't you worry; the crops are fine this year, so far." The mother did not forget his words at once. "It must be," she thought, "that David wants Phœbe and feels he must have more money before he can ask her to marry him. Will men never learn that girls who are worth getting are not looking so much for money but the man. The young can't see the depth and fullness of love. I've tried to teach David, but I suppose there's some things he must learn for himself." CHAPTER X AN OLD-FASHIONED COUNTRY SALE A WEEK later Phares and Phœbe drove into the barnyard of a farm six miles from Greenwald, where the old-fashioned sale was scheduled to be held. "We are not the first, after all," said the preacher as he saw the number of conveyances in and about the barnyard. He smiled good-humoredly as he led the way--he could afford to smile when he was with Phœbe.