THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
"Why, I mean that—that Ollie and I have both grown up since we promised, and he has been living away out in the big world and going to school besides. He must have seen many girls since he left me. He is sure to be changed greatly, and—and, maybe he won't want a backwoods wife."
The man growled something beneath his breath, and the girl placed a hand over his lips; "You mustn't say swear words, Daddy Jim. Indeed, you must not. Not in the presence of ladies, anyway."
"You're changed a heap in some ways, too," said Jim.
"Yes, I suppose I am; but my changes are mostly on the inside like; and perhaps he won't see them."
"Would you care so mighty much, Sammy?" whispered the father.
"That's just it, Daddy. How can I tell? We must both begin all over again, don't you see?" Then she sent him away to his work.
Sammy had finished washing the dinner dishes, and was putting things in order about the house, when she stopped suddenly before the little shelf that held her books. Then, with a smile, she carried them every one into her own room, placing them carefully where they could not be seen from the open door. Going next to the mirror, she deliberately took down her hair, and arranged it in the old careless way that Ollie had always known. "You're just the same
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