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take this along," he explained, "so's when I go by, and they're milking, I can have some warm. Anybody'd give me all I want if William Thayer dances and drops dead for 'em. It tastes good early in the morning, I tell you."

      She sighed with pleasure. To drink warm milk in the cool, early dawn, with the cows about you, and the long, sweet day free before!

       They sipped turn about; the boy divided the orange mathematically; the pie was filled with fruit of the Hesperides.

      "That was mighty good, that dinner," he announced luxuriously, "an' now I'll have a pipe."

      The pungent, fresh odor of the burning tobacco was sweet in the air; a dreamy content held them quiet.

      He did not ask her whence or whither; she had no apologies or regrets. Two vagabonds from every law of home and duty, they were as peaceful and unthoughtful of yesterday's bed and to-morrow's meal as William Thayer, who slept in the sun at their feet.

      For long they did not talk. An unspoken comprehension, an essential comradeship, filled the deep spaces of silence that frighten and irritate those whom only custom has associated; and Caroline, flat on her filled stomach, her nose in the grass, was close in thought and vague well-being to the boy who puffed blue rings toward the little river, his head on his arms.

      "I put the plate into that door in the barn," he said, finally. "Did you put those silver things back?"

      Caroline grunted assent.

      "But they wouldn't think that you—what you said," she assured him earnestly. "It's only tramps they're afraid of."

      He glanced quickly over at her, but she was utterly innocent.

      "One came to the kitchen once, and asked Mary for some hot tea or coffee, and she hadn't any, but she said if he was very hungry she'd give him a piece of bread and butter, and he said to go to hell with her bread and butter. So she doesn't like them."

      The boy gasped.

      "You oughtn't to—had you—that isn't just right for you to say, is it?" he asked awkwardly.

      "What—hell?" Caroline inquired placidly. "No, I s'pose not. Nor damn nor devil, either. But, of course, I know 'em. Those are the only three I know. I guess they're about the worst, though," she added with pardonable pride. "My cousin, the Captain, knows some more. He's twelve 'n a half. But he won't tell 'em to me. He says boys always know more than girls. I suppose," respectfully, "you know more than those three, yourself?"

      Her companion coughed.

      "A boy—" he began, then paused, confronted with her round, trustful eyes.

      "A boy—" he started again, and again he paused.

      "Oh, well, a boy's different," he blurted, finally.

      Caroline nodded humbly.

      "Yes, I know," she murmured.

      There was silence for a while. The river slipped liquidly over the stones, the white clouds raced along the blue above them, the boy smoked. At length he burst out with:

      "You're all right, now! You're just a regular little chum, aren't you?"

      She blushed with pleasure.

      "I never had anybody along with me," he went on dreamily. "I always go alone. I—I didn't know how nice it was. I had a chum once, but he—he—"

      The boy's voice trembled. Caroline's face clouded with sympathy.

      "Did he die?" she ventured.

      "No," he said, shortly; "no, he didn't die. He's alive. He couldn't stand my ways. I tried to stay in school and—and all that, but soon as spring came I had to be off. So the last time, he told me we had to part, him and me."

      "What was his name?" she asked gently.

      The boy jerked his head toward the dog.

      "That's his name," he said, "William Thayer." A little frown gathered on Caroline's smooth forehead; she felt instinctively the cloud on all this happy wandering. The spring had beckoned, and he had followed, helpless at the call, but something—what and how much?—tugged at his heart; its shadow dimmed the blue of the April sky.

      He shrugged his shoulders with a sigh; the smile came again into his gray eyes and wrinkled his freckled face.

      "Oh, well, let's be jolly," he cried, with a humorous wink. "The winter's comin' soon enough!" and he burst into a song:

      "There was a frog lived in a well,

       Kitty alone, Kitty alone;

       There was a frog lived in a well;

       Kitty alone and I!"

      His voice was a sweet, reedy tenor; the quaint old melody delighted Caroline.

      "This frog he would a-wooing ride,

       Kitty alone, Kitty alone."

      She began to catch the air, and nodded to the time with her chin.

      "Cock me cary, Kitty alone,

       Kitty alone and I!"

      The boy lifted his polo-cap in a courtly manner, and began with grimaces and bows to act out the song. His audience swayed responsive to his every gesture, nodding and beaming.

      "Quoth he, 'Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee'—

       Kitty alone, Kitty alone;

       Quoth he, 'Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,

       To see if thou canst fancy me.'

       Cock me cary, Kitty alone,

       Kitty alone and I!"

      Caroline swung her hat by its ribbons and shrilled the refrain, intoxicated with freedom and melody:

      "Cock me cary, Kitty alone,

       Kitty alone and I!"

      She drummed with her heels on the ground, the boy waved his cap, and William Thayer rolled over and over, barking loudly for the chorus. Suddenly the boy jumped up, pulled her to her feet, and with grotesque, skipping steps pirouetted around the dying fire. The dog waltzed wildly on his hind legs; Caroline's short petticoats stood straight out around her as she whirled and jumped, a Bacchante in a frilled pinafore. The little glade rang to their shouting:

      "Kitty alone and I!"

      He darted suddenly through an opening in the bushes, William Thayer close behind, Caroline panting and singing as she gave chase. Through a field, across a little bridge they dashed. He flung the empty coffee-pail at an astonished group of men, who stopped their work, their fence-posts in hand, to stare at the mad trio.

       Breathless at last, they flung themselves on a bank by the road and smiled at each other. Caroline laughed aloud, even, in sheer, irresponsible light-headedness, but over the boy's face a little shadow grew.

      "It won't seem so nice alone after this, will it, William Thayer?" he said, slowly.

      Caroline stared.

      "But—but I'm coming! I'll be there," she cried. "I'm coming with you!"

      He went on as if he had not heard.

      "Who'll there be to eat our dinner with us to-morrow, William Thayer?" he questioned whimsically.

      Caroline moved nearer and put her hand on his knee.

      "There'll be—won't there be me?" she begged.

      He shook his head.

      "I guess not," he said bluntly.

      Her eyes filled with tears.

      "But—but you said I was a—a regular little chum," she whispered. "Don't you like me?"

      He was silent:

       "Don't you? Oh, don't you?" she pleaded. "I don't need much

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