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Nancy looked radiant, and Tom Aldis accepted his trust with satisfaction. At that moment the blockade was over and teams began to move.

“Not if it rains!” said uncle Ezra, speaking distinctly over his shoulder as they started. “Otherwise expect her about eight or a little”–but the last of the sentence was lost.

Nancy looked back and nodded from the tangle to Tom, who stood on the curbstone with his hands in his pockets. Her white hood bobbed out of sight the next moment in School Street behind a great dray.

“Good gracious! eight o’clock!” said Tom, a little daunted, as he walked quickly up the street. As he passed the Missionary Building and the bookstore, he laughed aloud; but as he came near the clubhouse again, in this victorious retreat, he looked up at a window of one of the pleasant old houses, and then obeyed the beckoning nod of an elderly relative who seemed to have been watching for his return.

“Tom,” said she, as he entered the library, “I insist upon it that I am not curious by nature or by habit, but what in the world made you chase that funny old horse and sleigh?”

“A pretty girl,” said Tom frankly.

II.

The second morning after this unexpected interview was sunshiny enough, and as cold as January could make it. Tom Aldis, being young and gay, was apt to keep late hours at this season, and the night before had been the night of a Harvard assembly. He was the kindest-hearted fellow in the world, but it was impossible not to feel a little glum and sleepy as he hurried toward the Missionary Building. The sharp air had urged uncle Ezra’s white horse beyond his customary pace, so that the old sleigh was already waiting, and uncle Ezra himself was flapping his chilled arms and tramping to and fro impatiently.

“Cold mornin’!” he said. “She’s waitin’ for you in there. I wanted to be sure you’d come. Now I’ll be off. I’ve got them pears well covered, but I expect they may be touched. Nancy counted on comin’, an’ I’d just as soon she’d have a nice time. Her cousin’s folks’ll see her to the depot,” he added as he drove away, and Tom nodded reassuringly from the bookstore door.

Nancy looked up eagerly from beside a counter full of gayly bound books, and gave him a speechless and grateful good-morning.

“I’m getting some presents for the little boys,” she informed him. “They’re great hands to read. This one’s all about birds, for Sam, and I don’t know but this Life o’ Napoleon’ll please Asa as much as anything. When I waked up this morning I felt homesick. I couldn’t see anything out o’ the window that I knew. I’m a real home body.”

“I should like to send the boys a present, myself,” said Tom. “What do you think about jack-knives?”

“Asa’d rather have readin’ matter; he ain’t got the use for a knife that some boys have. Why, you’re real good!” said Nancy.

“And your mother,–can’t I send her something that she would like?” asked Tom kindly.

“She liked all those things that you and Mr. Carew sent at Christmas time. We had the loveliest time opening the bundles. You oughtn’t to think o’ doing anything more. I wish you’d help me pick out a nice large-print Bible for grandma; she’s always wishing for a large-print Bible, and her eyes fail her a good deal.”

Tom Aldis was not very fond of shopping, but this pious errand did not displease him in Nancy’s company. A few minutes later, when they went out into the cold street, he felt warm and cheerful, and carried under his arm the flat parcel which held a large-print copy of the Scriptures and the little boys’ books. Seeing Nancy again seemed to carry his thoughts back to East Rodney, as if he had been born and brought up there as well as she. The society and scenery of the little coast town were so simple and definite in their elements that one easily acquired a feeling of citizenship; it was like becoming acquainted with a friendly individual. Tom had an intimate knowledge, gained from several weeks’ residence, with Nancy’s whole world.