More than one person noted the bright young face that eagerly watched the several assortments fall under the hammer, and the light that shone in Hugh’s dark eyes was not all caused by the excitement of the sale.

“I feel quite proud of my bargains,” said Dexie, as they left the building and turned towards home.  “I am ever so much obliged for your help; it will make such a difference in my accounts.  Oh, you can’t think how economical I am getting to be,” said she, with a rippling laugh.

Then Dexie found herself telling her companion how she had gone with the Fremont girls to purchase household supplies, how they all enjoyed the excitement of the sales, and how sometimes no one would bid against them, much to the auctioneer’s chagrin; how she was profiting by the Fremont girls’ experience, and was accumulating such a nice little sum, to buy something very nice for her mother by and by.

Hugh listened with a beating heart.  He had known for a long time what a busy life she led.  It had formed the foundation of many excuses when he had asked her to accompany him to places of amusement; but just now all her former coolness was forgotten in her present kindness.  She had never talked to him so freely before, and Hugh was lifted up with hope at this unexpected friendliness.

When they reached home, Hugh detained her at the door.

“Will you grant me a favor, Dexie?” he asked.  “Do not go into an auction room alone again; without me, I mean.  You know I am always at your service, and will only be too happy to help you at any time.  You will grant me this, Dexie?” and he looked earnestly into her face for an answer.

A number of expressions passed over Dexie’s face as he spoke.  Had she done a bold, imprudent thing in attending the sale without an escort?  She had not given it a thought.  Surely one might go about a matter of business without a gentleman’s escort?  The Fremont girls did so.  That it might be improper had not occurred to her, and it vexed her to be reminded of it by Hugh, so his well-meant offer failed to soften her.

“Yes, and no,” Dexie coldly replied.  “I will promise not to go again alone, but I won’t promise to go in your company again,” and she turned and entered the house.

Why had he spoken and lifted again the barrier of reserve that had broken down during their morning’s intercourse? was Hugh’s thought as he entered his own door.  Might he not have brought about his wishes without exacting a promise?

The next evening, several young ladies, with their gentlemen friends, met in the Sherwood parlor to discuss a proposed family picnic, and Hugh came in during the discussion, and was pressed to join them.

“Where is the picnic to be?” he asked.

“Oh, down the coast towards Cow Bay; we’ll pick out a place when we come to it.  The trouble is, to find out how many teams we can get up,” said George Desbrasy.