quietly.

"Oh — I was feeling a little down about things in general,"
said Fleda, in a choked voice, trying to throw off her load
with a long breath; "it's because I am tired, I suppose —"

"I felt so too, a little while ago," said Hugh. "But I have
concluded to give all that up, Fleda."

Fleda looked at him. Her eyes were swimming full, but his were
clear and gentle as ever, only glistening a little in sympathy
with hers.

"I thought all was going wrong with us," he went on. "But I
found it was only I that was wrong; and since that, I have
been quite happy, Fleda."

Fleda could not speak to him; his words made her pain worse.

"I told you this rested me," said he, reaching across her for
his book; "and now I am never weary long. Shall I rest you
with it? What have you been troubling yourself about to-day?"

She did not answer while he was turning over the leaves, and
he then said, —

"Do you remember this, Fleda — '_Truly God is good to Israel,
even to them that are of a clean heart_.' "

Fleda bent her head down upon her hands.