"Of course he will, child. Why, any girl could love him. She ought to jump at the chance of having such a man. And now I must go, child. I was rather cross to you last night. I was worried with the preparations, and it did not look well for me to come and see that fellow with his hands through the window; but that won't happen again. A little flirting's all very well for once in a girl's life, but there must be no more of it, and I know I shan't have to speak any more." She hurried out of the room before the girl could reply, leaving her with her little forehead wrinkled by the puzzling, troubled thoughts which buzzed through her brain. "Aunt must mean something," she said to herself. "I wonder what she really does mean. She can't really--oh, nonsense, what a little goose I am!" Polly's pretty little face puckered with a smile, and she took up her work, waiting to be called for breakfast, and sat wondering the while what Humphrey was doing. Humphrey was away down by the disputed piece of land, and Trevor soon forgot all about him; for, crossing a field and leaping a stile, he stood in one of the winding lanes of the neighbourhood; then crossing it, and leaping another stile, he began to make his way along the side of a steep valley, when he stopped short; for, from amongst the trees in front, rang out, clear and musical-- "There came a lady along the strand, Her fair hair bound with a golden band, Sing heigh!" And a second voice-- "Sing ho!" Then the two, sweetly blended together, repeated the refrain, "Oh, Tiny!" cried the voice, "here's one pretty enough to make even Aunt Matty look pleasant. Oh, my gracious!" she exclaimed, dropping her little trowel, for Trevor had come into sight. "Don't be alarmed, pray!" he said, laughing. "But really I did not know we had such sweet song-birds in the woods." "It was very rude to listen, Mr Trevor; and it isn't nice to pay compliments to strangers," said Fin, nodding her saucy head. "Then," said Trevor, taking the hand slightly withheld, "I shall be rude again only in one thing--listening; for we must be strangers no more, seeing that we are such near neighbours. Miss Rea," he said, taking Tiny's hand in turn, and looking earnestly in her timid eyes, "you were not hurt yesterday?" "Oh no, not in the least," was the reply. "We are indebted to your friends, too, for taking compassion upon us in our misfortune." "Don't name that," he said, hastily. "I am glad the carriage came up in time. By the way, Miss Rea, I am glad we have met, I want to clear up a little unpleasantly that occurred yesterday." "Oh, of course," said Fin. "Why, we ought to have cut you this morning." "No, no," said Trevor, laughing, "that would be too cruel I am really very, very sorry about it all; and I have sent a letter over to Sir Hampton this morning, apologising for my hasty words."