"I'll jest run down to the spring fer a fresh bucket----" "O Tom!" she exclaimed. "I'll be right back in a minute, Honey," he protested softly. "Hit's goin' ter be powerful hot--I'll need a whole bucket time I'm through." Before she could answer he was gone. He managed to stay nearly a half hour. She put the baby to sleep and sat waiting with her pensive young eyes gazing at the leaping flames. She heard him stop and answer the call of an owl from the woods. A whip-poor-will was softly singing from the bushes nearby. He stopped to call him also, and then found an excuse to linger ten minutes more fooling with his dogs. The laggard came at last and dropped on his stool by her side. He sat for five minutes staring helplessly at the copy she had set. Big beads of perspiration stood on his forehead when he took the pen. He held it awkwardly and timidly as if it were a live reptile. She took his clumsy hand in hers and showed him how to hold it. "My, but yo' hand's soft an' sweet, Nancy,--jest lemme hold that a while----" She rapped his knuckles. "All right, teacher, I'll be good," he protested, and bent his huge shoulders low over his task. He bore so hard on the frail quill pen the ink ran in a big blot. "Not so hard, Tom!" she cried. "But I got so much strenk in my right arm I jist can't hold it back." "You must try again." He tried again and made a heavy tremulous line. His arm moved at a snail's gait and wobbled frightfully. "Make the line quicker," she urged encouragingly. "Begin at the top and come down----" "Here, you show me how!" She took his rough hand quietly in hers, and guided it swiftly from right to left in straight smooth lines until a dozen were made, when he suddenly drew her close, kissed her lips, and held the slender fingers in a grip of iron. She lay still in his embrace for a moment, released herself and turned from him with a sigh. He drew her quickly to the light of the fire and saw the unshed tears in her eyes. "What's the use ter worry, Nancy gal?" he said. "Give it up ez a bad job. I wouldn't fool with no sech scholar ef I wuz you. Ye can't teach an old dog new tricks----" "I won't give up!" she cried with sudden energy. "I can teach you and I will. I won't give up and be nobody. O Tom, you promised me before we were married to let me teach you--didn't you promise?" "Yes, Honey, I did----" he paused and his fine teeth gleamed through the black beard--"but ye know a feller'll promise any thing ter git his gal----" "Didn't you mean to keep your word?" She broke in sharply. "Of course I did, Nancy, I never wuz more earnest in my life--'ceptin when I got religion. But I had no idee larnin' come so hard. I'd ruther fight Injuns an' wil' cats or rob a bee tree any day than ter tackle them pot hooks you're sickin' after me----"