’No, dear Kate, not at all.’ ’Honor! what is the meaning of this? Marianne Spry tells me she saw the silk kerchief you gave me before to-day.’ ’Well, why not?’ ’But, Honor, I do not understand. Mrs. Spry says that Larry bought it—bought it at Tavistock after he had killed the dog that worried our lambs—after he had got the guinea, and she believes he bought it with that money.’ ’Well, Kate!’ Honor stooped over her needlework. ’Well, Honor!’—Kate paused and looked hard at her. ’How is it that Larry bought it, and you had it in your chest? That is what I want to know.’ ’Larry gave it me.’ ’Oh—ho! He gave it you!’ ’Yes, I sat up with him when he was watching for the lamb-killer; he is grateful for that trifling trouble I took.’ ’But, Honor! Marianne Spry said that she and others chaffed Larry in the van about the kerchief he had bought for me—and it was _not_ for me.’ Honor said nothing; she worked very diligently with her fingers by the poor light of the tallow candle on the table. Kate stooped to get sight of her face, and saw that her cheek was red. ’Honor, dear! The kerchief was not for me. Why did you make me wear it?’ ’Because, Kate—because you are the right person to wear his present.’ ’I—why I?’ asked Kate impetuously. Honor looked up, looked steadfastly into her sister’s eyes. ’Because Larry loves you, and you love him.’ ’I can answer for myself that I do not,’ Kate vehemently. ’And I don’t fancy he is much in love with me. No, Honor, he was in a queer mood this evening, and what made him queer was that you were not in the barn, and had decked me out in the kerchief he gave you to wear. I could not make it out at the time, but now I see it all.’ Then Kate laughed gaily. ’I don’t suppose you care very much for him, he’s a Merry Andrew and a scatterbrain, but I do believe he has a liking for you, Honor, and I believe there is no one in the world could make a fine good man of Larry but you.’ Then the impulsive girl threw her arms round her sister. ’There!’ she exclaimed, ’I’m glad you don’t care for Larry, because he is not worthy of you—no, there’s not a lad that is—except, maybe Samuel Voaden, and him I won’t spare even to you.’ ’Oh, Kate!’ So the sisters sat on, and the generous, warm-hearted Kate told all her secret to her sister. When girls talk of the affairs of the heart, time flies with them. Their father and brothers and sisters were asleep, and they sat on late. Kate was happy to confide in her sister. All at once Kate started, and held her finger to her ear. ’I hear something. Honor, what is it? I hope these hare-hunters be not coming this way.’ She had not told Honor Larry’s message. ’I hear feet,’ answered the elder. ’Do not go to the door, Kate. It is very late.’