“Yes; do you like 'em? Most girls do.” “I believe I do,--except Russets,” Martha replied, with her hands clasped in her lap, and her eyes full upon his face. He twisted the smoothness out of one whisker, very much disconcerted at her remark, because he could not tell--he never could, when speaking with her--whether or not she was making fun of him. But he could think of nothing to say, except his own preferences in the matter of apples,--a theme which he pursued until Martha was very tired of it. He next asked after Mark Deane, expressing at great length his favorable opinion of the young, carpenter, and relating what pains he had taken to procure for him the building of Hallowell's barn. But to each observation Martha made the briefest possible replies, so that in a short time he was forced to start another topic. Nearly an hour had passed, and Martha's sense of the humorous had long since vanished under the dreary monotony of the conversation, when Alfred Barton seemed to have come to a desperate resolution to end his embarrassment. Grasping his knees with both hands, and dropping his head forward so that the arrows of her eyes might glance from his fat forehead, he said,-- “I suppose you know why I come here to-day, Miss Martha?” All her powers were awake and alert in a moment. She scrutinized his face keenly, and, although his eyes were hidden, there were lines enough visible, especially about the mouth, to show that the bitter predominated over the sweet, in his emotions. “To see my father, wasn't it? I'm sorry he was obliged to leave home,” she answered. “No, Miss Martha, I come to see you. I have some thing to say to you, and I 'in sure you know what I mean by this time, don't you?” “No. How should I?” she coolly replied. It was not true; but the truest-hearted woman that ever lived could have given no other answer. Alfred Barton felt the sensation of a groan pass through him, and it very nearly came out of his mouth. Then he pushed on, in a last wild effort to perform the remainder of his exacted task in one piece: “I want you to be--to be--my--wife! That is, my father and yours are agreed about it, and they think I ought to speak to you. I'm a good deal older, and--and perhaps you mightn't fancy me in all things, but they say it'll make little difference; and if you haven't thought about it much, why, there's no hurry as to making up your mind. I've told you now, and to be sure you ought to know, while the old folks are trying to arrange property matters, and it's my place, like, to speak to you first.”