'Ah,' she said with a breath of satisfaction, 'you are beginning to understand me!' 'What new token have I given of such sagacity?' 'So long as you and Mr. Falkirk had a monopoly of the wisdom, there was no use for my small supply,' said Wych Hazel. 'You never gave me an inch of line. And how you dare suddenly let so much out at once!'—she laughed a little, breaking off. There was infinite grave fondness in the way Dane drew her up to him and putting his hand under her chin, lifted the changeable face to study it. Then kissing her and letting her go, he remarked, 'The rest we hold together, subject to your demands, whenever this stock happens to be insufficient.' 'Yes,'—she said, not looking at him,—'the first demands, I think, will be to make myself into a business woman. How much of the time are you going to let me work with you in the Hollow?' 'Let you?—There is unlimited room for work. I have bought the Charteris mills, Hazel.' 'Have you!—I thought he would not be willing.' 'He had stopped work, you know; the people were in terrible distress; the times might not encourage him to go on for some time; and he concluded to accept my offer. I got his answer only last night. I shall telegraph Arthur to-day to let the mills run again.' 'They will keep New Year,' was Hazel's comment. 'One of my new mills is a small one, doing very fine work in cottons, and employs only tow hundred and fifty hands; the woollen mills have eight hundred more. So you see, we have the whole community now to manage and nobody to interfere with us.' 'How many people?' 'Altogether—over two thousand five hundred. And everything to be done for them.' 'Then I can go over every day and busy myself with small matters while you attend to the great.' 'There is enough to do!' Rollo repeated with a smile, but a thoughtful one. 'How do you propose to manage on Sundays?' 'I do not know. As you manage.' 'I must be in the Hollow.' 'All day?' 'All day. I shall hold a service in the morning for the children, in the afternoon for the grown people. My schoolhouse is nearly finished now, quite enough for use. By and by we will have a church there, if all goes as I hope;—or two, perhaps; but the people are not ready for that. They are half heathen, and will be less prejudiced against my preaching than any other. So I must give it to them for the present. I have sent up a load of Bibles and hymnbooks.' Hazel sat thinking. 'I could not preach,' she said. 'I do not know what I could do. Only where there is so much—I suppose I could feel my way and do something.' 'I would be glad of your help in the Sunday-school. Arthur will be there; Prim has her own school at Crocus. Then we could lunch with Gyda, and you could drive back in time for Dr. Maryland's afternoon service. Hey?' 'Why should I drive back?' said Hazel. 'What a question! To go to church.' 'I can go to church in the Hollow.'