"
"Tore it up!" Dale stared at his wife in surprise, and spoke rather
irritably. "What did you do that for?"
"You seemed angry at my taking on myself to write to him without
permission--so I didn't wish the letter lying about to remind you of
what I'd done."
"You acted foolish in destroying document'ry evidence," said Dale,
sternly and warmly. But then immediately he stifled his irritation.
"Don't you see, lassie, I'd 'a' liked to know the precise way he
worded it. I'm practised to all the turns of the best sort o'
correspondence, and I'd 'a' known in a twinkling whether he meant
anything or nothing."
"He said he'd be glad to do what was in his power. Really he said no
more."
"Very good. We'll leave it at that. He has done more than enough for
us already, and I don't hold with bothering gentlemen in and out of
season. Besides, this is a bit in which I don't want his help, nor
nobody else's. This is between me and _them_."
He pushed away his uneaten food, stood up, and squared his big
shoulders.
"Yes, but, Will dear--you, you won't be hasty when you get before
them."
Dale frowned, then laughed. "Mav, trust your old boy, and don't fret."
He came round the table, and laid his hand on his wife's shoulder.
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