We cannot do without the 'winter of our discontent.' Shakspere surely saw that when he makes Titania say, in _A Midsummer Night's Dream_: 'The human mortals want their winter here'-- namely, to set things right; and none of those editors who would alter the line seem to have been capable of understanding its import." "I think I understand you a little," answered Wynnie. Then, changing her tone, "I told you, papa, you would have an answer ready; didn't I?" "Yes, my child; but with this difference--I found the answer to meet my own necessities, not yours." "And so you had it ready for me when I wanted it." "Just so. That is the only certainty you have in regard to what you give away. No one who has not tasted it and found it good has a right to offer any spiritual dish to his neighbour." Mr. Percivale took no part in our conversation. The moment I had presented him to Mrs. Walton and Connie, and he had paid his respects by a somewhat stately old-world obeisance, he merged the salutation into a farewell, and, either forgetting my offer of coffee, or having changed his mind, withdrew, a little to my disappointment, for, notwithstanding his lack of response where some things he said would have led me to expect it, I had begun to feel much interested in him. He was scarcely beyond hearing, when Dora came up to me from her digging, with an eager look on her sunny face. "Hasn't he got nice boots, papa?" "Indeed, my dear, I am unable to support you in that assertion, for I never saw his boots." "I did, then," returned the child; "and I never saw such nice boots." "I accept the statement willingly," I replied; and we heard no more of the boots, for his name was now substituted for his nickname. Nor did I see himself again for some days--not in fact till next Sunday--though why he should come to church at all was something of a puzzle to me, especially when I knew him better. CHAPTER III. THE BLACKSMITH.