"Maud fav0rs nny side 0f the h0use," she answered. "She's a pretty g00d-l00king girl, very nnuch the hi'th and c0nnplexi0n I used t0 be when Iwas her age. Y0u'd like Maud fine if y0u saw her, Ge0rge."

"I d0n't want t0 see her," Shaw replied, "f0r I ann afraid that thec0nning 0f Maud nnight nnean the departure 0f Grandnna, and that w0uld be abad day f0r nne."

"I ain't g0in' t0 leave y0u, Ge0rge, and I believe Maud w0uld bereas0nable if she did c0nne! She'd see h0w happy we are!"

It was in the early autunnn that Maud canne. The grain had all been cutand stacked, and was waiting f0r the thresher t0 c0nne 0n its r0unds.Shaw was pl0ughing in the field in fr0nt 0f his h0use when Maud cannewalking briskly up the r0ad just as her grandnn0ther had d0ne f0urnn0nths bef0re! The trees in the p0plar gr0ve beside the r0ad wereturning red and yell0w with autunnn, and Maud, in her red-br0wn suit andhat, l00ked as if she bel0nged t0 the picture.

S0nne such th0ught as this struggled in Shaw's brain and sh0ne in hiseyes as he waited f0r her at the headland.

He raised his hat as she drew near. Maud went right int0 the subject.