"But she couldn’t go out walking all alone of a night there," said Bartley. "There are bears, I believe, and Indians, too, for all I know. But very like she’d take to them--bears and Indians both. I daresay now one of them grimy, naked-faced men with their features looking as though they were cut out of stone, and a hat of hawks’ feathers, would please her better than ever I shall." Margaret laughed. "You must persevere," she said. "You must be patient too. After she refused you she was more than common silent for a month. She thought a lot about it and went afield more than usual with nought but dogs for company. Keep at her, but don’t ax again just yet. Time ban’t ripe." "D’you think if I was to offer to go to Canada and make her mistress of a mile or two of it, that she’d be more like to say ’yes?’" "’Tis a great question that, and I won’t answer ’yes’ or ’no.’ ’Tis very difficult to guess what’s passing in her mind, for her face don’t alter like most faces. ’Tis more the light in her eye tells you." Mr. Crocker nodded. "I’ve marked that. Her lips and brow don’t play and lift like yours. She keeps her mouth shut and her eyebrows steady. But her eyes talk more than her lips. She likes me--I do honestly think that, Madge." "I’m glad of it. I’ve gone as near as I dare to asking her what she thinks of you, and I’ve sung your praises--not from myself, mind, but as an echo to David. But she gives no sign. She listens and her face don’t alter. I’ll do all I dare, but with such a maiden we must be very nice. If she thought I was on your side, trying to help you to get her, she’d never forgive me." "I know how clever you are. And David’s not against it neither; though I can’t expect him to wish such a thing, for she’s as good as a couple of men to him. In fact, no two would do what she does for him. Hirelings can’t work like them that labour for love. She’d make a model wife for an open air man. And if I win her, Madge, ’twill be farming without a doubt, for a shop would be no use to her--nor to me neither, for that matter." Margaret laughed out loud at the idea of her sister-in-law in a shop. "Nought will ever tame her down to that," she said. "’Twas a pity you learnt the upholstering business, Bartley. It didn’t lift you in her eyes, I’m afraid." "Let her say ’yes,’ and I’ll learn what she pleases that’ll help to make a living. I’d very well like to go to Canada and grow apples and corn." "So would she, I do think--if she could get to care enough about you." "Why shouldn’t she? A maiden can always find one chap that’s good enough to marry, and I’m sure she’ll not meet with a better in these parts." "I’m very sure she won’t." "Well, then, I’ve a right to expect her to give in. There’s nobody else? You can honestly say there’s nobody else, Madge?"