"But if you chase them away, it 'll only be into another state, where they'll make trouble for other farmers. You don't do any real good." "My dear, I reckon you've said somethin' strong," he replied, soberly, and went out. Then Kathleen came bouncing in. Her beautiful eyes were full of mischief and excitement. "Lenorry, your new beau has all the others skinned to a frazzle," she said. For once Lenore did not scold Kathleen, but drew her close and whispered: "Do you want to please me? Do you want me to do _everything_ for you?" "I sure do," replied Kathleen, with wonderful eyes. "Then be nice, sweet, good to him.... make him love you.... Don't tease him about my other beaux. Think how you can make him like 'Many Waters.'" "Will you promise--_everything_?" whispered Kathleen, solemnly. Evidently Lenore's promises were rare and reliable. "Yes. Cross my heart. There! And you must not tell." Kathleen was a precocious child, with all the potentialities of youth. She could not divine Lenore's motive, but she sensed a new and fascinating mode of conduct for herself. She seemed puzzled a little at Lenore's earnestness. "It's a bargain," she said, soberly, as if she had accepted no slight gauge. "Now, Kathleen, take him all over the gardens, the orchards, the corrals and barns," directed Lenore. "Be sure to show him the horses--my horses, especially. Take him round the reservoir--and everywhere except the wheat-fields. I want to take him there myself. Besides, father does not want you girls to go out to the harvest." Kathleen nodded and ran back to the sitting-room. Lenore heard them all go out together. Before she finished breakfast her mother came in again. "Lenore, I like Mr. Dorn," she said, meditatively. "He has an old-fashioned manner that reminds me of my boy friends when I was a girl. I mean he's more courteous and dignified than boys are nowadays. A splendid-looking boy, too. Only his face is so sad. When he smiles he seems another person." "No wonder he's sad," replied Lenore, and briefly told Kurt Dorn's story. "Ah!" sighed Mrs. Anderson. "We have fallen upon evil days.... Poor boy!... Your father seems much interested in him. And you are too, my daughter?" "Yes, I am," replied Lenore, softly. Two hours later she heard Kathleen's gay laughter and pattering feet. Lenore took her wide-brimmed hat and went out on the porch. Dorn was indeed not the same somber young man he had been. "Good morning, Kurt," said Lenore, extending her hand. The instant he greeted her she saw the stiffness, the aloofness had gone from him. Kathleen had made him feel at home. He looked younger. There was color in his face. "Kathleen, I'll take charge of Mr. Dorn now, if you will allow me that pleasure." "Lenorry, I sure hate to give him up. We sure had a fine time." "Did he like 'Many Waters'?"