"Not a bit in the world. A very natural and proper place for it. But don’t it show what stuff she’s made of--Margaret, I mean?" "It do," admitted David. "I thank you for saying these things to me. I’m not above learning from any man or woman either." "Learn from her then. You can’t learn from a better. Be out of bias with her no more." "I’ll have a tell with Rhoda about it. ’Tis the little silly things, as you say, that please women. I do big things when I can, you must know. There was another twenty pound put out at interest for her last month. But she didn’t take much delight seemingly in a valuable matter like that. She thanked me loving enough, but not as though she knowed what it means to earn and to save twenty pounds." "She’d sooner you took her back a bunch of they wild strawberries out of the hedge than all the money in Tavistock," declared Bartley. "Foolish, if you like, but take my word for it, David. She’s built in that particular way. Try it." Bowden laughed. "If any man had told me that I should ever listen to such a lot of sense from you, I’d have judged him mad," he answered. "Yet here it has come about, and I thank you, honest, for trying to do me a good turn. And succeeding too. I’ll see how a little silliness will work. Perhaps a holiday come the next revel. Good-bye--unless you’ll drop in for a bite." "Next week, perhaps. But there’s a lot of trouble afore me just now. My mother--" "You’re welcome when you please to come," concluded Bowden, and re-mounted, full of his own thoughts. It was characteristic that when the other mentioned his dying parent, he said nothing. He had heard, but the ready word made no effort to leave his lips. He was for the moment quite occupied with his own business. Crocker left his old antagonist very full of thought and, when the younger was out of sight, Bowden, at a sudden whim, took his advice literally, dismounted again and tethered his horse. Then he ranged about and gathered a great bunch of wood-strawberries that clustered in a dewy hedge and shone ruby-red in the level sunset light along the lane. They would have been a very real and deep joy to Margaret; she must have been the nearer to his heart that night by the tie of that simple thought; but such an act was foreign to his nature. He fell to thinking how really and practically to please her, and in the light of definite and weighty deeds, this piece of sentiment looked in his eyes so exceedingly foolish, that he flung the berries away impatiently long before he reached home. What would anybody have said, he asked himself, had they seen the busy and prosperous David Bowden carrying along rubbish from the hedge-row, like a child playing truant from Sunday school?