pen as yo're a gentleman yo' know what I'd loike to say an canna—happen yo' do."
Even as she spoke, the instinct of defiance in her nature struggled against that of gratitude; but the finer instinct conquered.
"We will not speak of thanks," he said. "I may need help some day, and come to you for it."
"If yo' ivver need help at th' pit will yo' come to me?" she demanded. "I've seen th' toime as I could ha' gi'en help to th' Mesters ef I'd had th' moind. If yo'll promise that"
"I will promise it," he answered her.
"An' I'll promise to gi' it yo'," eagerly. "So that's settled. Now I'll go my ways. Good neet to yo'."
"Good night," he returned, and uncovering with as grave a courtesy as he might have shown to the finest lady in the land, or to his own mother or sister, he stood at the road-side and watched her until she was out of sight.
