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“Jed Crane’s going away, I hear,” she said maliciously. “Seems to me you’re bound to be jilted again, Mattie.”

Mattie had no answer ready. Selena went on undauntedly.

“You’ve made a nice fool of yourself all summer, I vow. Throwing yourself at Jed’s head–and he doesn’t want you, even with all your property.”

“He does want me,” said Mattie calmly. Her lips were very firm and her cheeks scarlet. “He is not going away. We are to be married about Christmas, and Jed will take charge of the farm for me.”

“Matilda Adams!” said Selena. It was all she was capable of saying.

The rest of the golden russets were picked in a dead silence, Mattie working with an unusually high colour in her cheeks, while Selena’s thin lips were pressed so closely together as to be little else than a hair line.

After Selena had gone home, sulking, Mattie picked on with a very determined face. The die was cast; she could not bear Selena’s slurs and she would not. And she had not told a lie either. Her words were true; she would make them true. All the Adams determination–and that was not a little–was roused in her.

“If Jed jilts me, he’ll do it to my face, clean and clever,” she said viciously.

When Jed came again he was very solemn. He thought it would be his last visit, but Mattie felt differently. She had dressed herself with unusual care and crimped her hair. Her cheeks were scarlet and her eyes bright. Jed thought she looked younger and prettier than ever. The thought that this was the last time he would see her for many a long day to come grew more and more unbearable, yet he firmly determined he would let no presuming word pass his lips. Mattie had been so kind to him. It was only honourable of him in return not to let her throw herself away on a poor failure like himself.

“I suppose this is your last round with the wagon,” she said. She had taken him out into the garden to say it. The garden was out of view from the Ford place. Propose she must, but she drew the line at proposing under Selena’s eyes.

Jed nodded dully. “Yes, and then I must toddle off and look for something else to do. You see, I haven’t much of a gift so to speak for business, Mattie, and it takes me so long to get worked into an understanding of a business or trade that I’m generally asked to quit before you might say I’ve really commenced. It’s been a mighty happy summer for me, though I can’t say I’ve done much in the selling line except to you, Mattie. What with your kindness and these little visits you’ve been good enough to let me make every week, I feel I may say it’s been the happiest summer of my life, and I’m never going to forget it, but as I said, it’s time for me to be moving on elsewhere and finding something else to do.”

“There is something for you to do right here–if you will do it,” said Mattie faintly. For a moment she felt as if she could not go on; Jed and the garden and the scarf of late asters whirled around her dizzily. She held by the sweet-pea trellis to steady herself.

“I–I said a terrible thing to Selena the other day. I–I don’t know what I’ll do about it if–if–you don’t help me out, Jed.”

“I’ll do anything I can,” said Jed, with hearty sympathy. “You know that, Mattie. What is the trouble?”

His kindly voice and the good will and affection beaming in his honest blue eyes gave Mattie renewed courage to go on with her self-imposed and most embarrassing task, although before she ended her voice shook and dwindled away to such a low whisper that Jed had to bend his head close to hers to hear what she was saying.