"Not until she gets a place. She will need me until she finds a home, you know. And Dr. Harry assures me there is plenty of work for me in Corinth. So Grace and I will keep house at Mrs. Mulhall's. Grace will do the work while I am busy. It will make her feel less dependent and," she added frankly, "it will not cost so much that way. And that brings me to what I came out here to say." She paused. "I wish to thank you, Mr. Matthews, for your help--for the money you sent. The poor child needed so many things, and--I want to beg your pardon for--for the shameful way I treated you when you called. I--I knew better, and Mrs. Mulhall has been telling me how much you have done for them. I--" Dan interrupted, "Please don't, Miss Farwell; I understand. You were exactly right. I know, now." Then he added, slowly, "I want you to know, though, Miss Farwell, that I had no thought of being rude when we talked in the old Academy yard." She was silent and he went on, "I must make you understand that I am not the ill-mannered cad that I seemed. I--You know, this ministry"--he emphasized the word with a smile--"is so new to me--I am really so inexperienced!" She glanced at him quickly. He continued, "I had never before heard such thoughts as you expressed, and I was too puzzled to realize how my silence would appear to you when you knew." "Then this is your first church?" she asked. "Yes," he said, "and I am beginning to realize how woefully ignorant I am of life. You know I was born and brought up in the backwoods. Until I went to college I knew only our simple country life; at college I knew only books and students. Then I came here." As he talked the young woman's face cleared. It was something very refreshing to hear such a man declare his ignorance of life with the frankness of a boy. She held out her hand impulsively. "Let's forget it all," she said. "It was a horrid mistake." "And we are to be good friends?" he asked, grasping her outstretched hand. Without replying the young woman quietly released her hand and drew back a few paces--she was trembling. She fought for self-control. There was something--what was it about this man? The touch of his hand--Hope Farwell was frightened by emotions new and strange to her. She found a seat on the big rock and ignoring his question said, "So that's why you are so big and strong, and know so well how to work in a garden. I thought it was strange for one of your calling. I see now how natural it is for you." "Yes," he smiled, "it is very natural--more so than preaching. But tell me--don't you think we should be good friends? We are going to be now, are we not?" The young woman answered with quiet dignity, "Friendship Mr. Matthews means a great deal to me, and to you also, I am sure. Friends must have much in common. We have nothing, because--because everything that I said to you at the Academy, to me, is true. We do not live in the same world."