Burrell look'd at his sweetheart with
amazement. Then a dark suspicion crossed
his mine. and his. face gr w long.
“Well, I tell you right new. I didn’t see
you. If you was at the spring, you was
on t’other side of the big poplar from me.
1 know what’s the matter: that yankee
chap’s on hand, an’ now—spin!—out goes
Burrell Winslett’s light. I may be a right
smart of a fool, but I ain’t a big enough
one to shet my eyes an’ hold ’em sb.et.
No, sir! Not much!”
Susy looked at Burrell and thought she
saw that he was in earnest.
“The idea!” she cried. “Burrell Wins
l»tt, are you crazy? I’ll never speak to you
again.”
“You won’t have the chance,” exclaimed
Burrell. He turned away without another
word. li“ was angry and miserable. When
he had gone a little way he heard Susy
calling him, but he walked stra.ght on.
“Burrell! Oh. Burrell!” called Susy
“What a big goose he is,” she said under
her breath. Then she tripped lightly after
him. “Burrell! there’s a horrid caterpil
lar on your shoulder.” He brushed bo.h
shoulders with his hands, i>.i, kept straight
ahead. “It is there yet; I’ll knock it off,”
said Susy sweetly. Site caught Burrell by
his coat, made a pretense of brushing
something off his collar, pulled him around
facing her, and then broke into a peal of
the merriest laghier imieinanie.
Burrell could see notit.i g to laugh at,
ami so he looked as solemn as possible.
“Did yon find the letters you were hunt
ing for this morning?” ark d Susy as
soon as she could control her laughter.
Burrell’s countenance underwent a re
markable change. He forgot all about his
quarrel with Susy.
