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Indeed, the bosom of good Mrs. Banning must have been environed with steel not to have had throbs of goodwill toward one who showed such hearty appreciation of her capital dinner. But Sue became only the more resolved that she was not going to yield so readily to this muscular suitor who was digging and eating his way straight into the hearts of her ancestors, and she proposed to be unusually elusive and alert during the afternoon. She was a little surprised when he resumed his old tactics.

After drinking a second cup of coffee, he rose, and said, “As an honest man, I have still a great deal to do after such a dinner.”

“Well, it has just done me good to see you,” said Mrs. Banning, smiling genially over her old-fashioned coffee-pot. “I feel highly complimented.”

“I doubt whether I shall be equal to another such compliment before the next birthday. I hope, Miss Susie, you have observed my efforts to do honor to the occasion?”

“Oh,” cried the girl, “I naturally supposed you were trying to get even in your bargain.”

“I hope to be about sundown. I’ll get into those overalls at once, and I trust you will put on your walking-suit.”

“Yes, it will be a walking-suit for a short time. We must walk to the wood-lot for the trees, unless you prefer to ride.–Father, please tell Hiram to get the two-horse wagon ready.”

When the old people were left alone, the farmer said, “Well, mother, Sue HAS got a suitor, and if he don’t suit her–” And then his wit gave out.

“There, father, I never thought you’d come to that. It’s well she has, for you will soon have to be taken care of.”

“He’s got the muscle to do it. He shall have my law-business, anyway.”

“Thank the Lord, it isn’t much; but that’s not saying he shall have Sue.”

“Why, what have you against him?”

“Nothing so far. I was only finding out if you had anything against him.”

“Lawyers, indeed! What would become of the men if women turned lawyers. Do you think Sue–“

“Hush!”

They all laughed till the tears came when Minturn again appeared dressed for work; but he nonchalantly lighted a cigar and was entirely at his ease.

Sue was armed with thick gloves and a pair of pruning-nippers. Minturn threw a spade and pickaxe on his shoulder, and Mr. Banning, whom Sue had warned threateningly “never to be far away,” tramped at their side as they went up the lane. Apparently there was no need of such precaution, for the young man seemed wholly bent on getting up the trees, most of which she had selected and marked during recent rambles. She helped now vigorously, pulling on the young saplings as they loosened the roots, then trimming them into shape. More than once, however, she detected glances, and his thoughts were more flattering than she imagined. “What vigor she has in that supple, rounded form! Her very touch ought to put life into these trees; I know it would into me. How young she looks in that comical old dress which barely reaches her ankles! Yes, Hal Minturn; and remember, that trim little ankle can put a firm foot down for or against you–so no blundering.”

He began to be doubtful whether he would make his grand attack that day, and finally decided against it, unless a very favorable opportunity occurred, until her plan of birthday-work had been carried out and he had fulfilled the obligation into which he had entered in the morning. He labored on manfully, seconding all her wishes, and taking much pains to get the young trees up with an abundance of fibrous roots. At last his assiduity induced her to relent a little, and she smiled sympathetically as she remarked, “I hope you are enjoying yourself. Well, never mind; some other day you will fare better.”

“Why should I not enjoy myself?” he asked in well-feigned surprise. “What condition of a good time is absent? Even an April day has forgotten to be moody, and we are having unclouded, genial sunshine. The air is delicious with springtime fragrance. Were ever hemlocks so aromatic as these young fellows? They come out of the ground so readily that one would think them aware of their proud destiny. Of course I’m enjoying myself. Even the robins and sparrows know it, and are singing as if possessed.”