"Well," sighed Uzal, touching his hat brim with two stiff fingers, "I will e'en bid ye farewell! I shall come for ye, Sally, when my mother doth return from Morris Town. Stay ye, then, wi' Mistress Williams, as arranged."
As the boy and girl stood in the road, gazing after the awkward figure making slow progress upon its horse, Zenas suddenly muttered something.
"What said ye?" Sally turned to look inquiringly at him.
"I said," repeated Zenas, spinning upon his heel and starting downhill, leading Sally's horse, "I said, methought 'twas a vast amount o' work for a mite o' thanks, Sally!"
"He gave me thanks, Zenas," returned Sally quickly, following the boy and the horse.
"Did he, indeed?" Zenas flung her a grumpy look over his shoulder. "'Twas not so hearty as some, mayhap!"
"Ah, ye be hungry and much too warm!" laughed Sally. "'Tis not Uzal, but ye who be at fault, my lad!"
All the same, however, in her heart of hearts, Sally could not help but think, too, that Uzal had not been properly appreciative of the service she had been willing to bestow upon him, could not help but compare him to Jerry Lawrence. As a matter of fact, she really wronged poor, inarticulate Uzal, who could gaze with dumb, longing eyes at
