I began to see light.
"'Well,' said she, 'Chet can do it if anybody can; only he'll walk your legs off.'
"'I'll take the chances,' said I; and then she brought out that affair and asked me to deliver it for her, and tell you that it is for the civil engineer that you are going to be."
That was just like Bess. She always remembered what I really wanted, at birthdays and Christmas; and here she had brought me this from Boston, and she had sent it over, just the same, after I had been so ugly to her!
The young man was looking off, over the town. The part where we live is up on a hill,—they've called it the "stockade," ever since Indian times. He pointed to the bluffs more than a mile away, across the Muskingum. "Is that West Virginia?" he asked.
"No," I said. "That's Harmar Hill. Are you Bess's uncle?"
"Yes. Why isn't it West Virginia?"
"Because it's Ohio. That's West Virginia over there, across the Ohio River. How long you going to stay?"
"Maybe a week,—maybe all winter. There
