As she drew near, however, he was relieved to find that her hair wassnowy yellow.

"Good evening, Mr. Shaw!" she called to him as soon as she was withinspeaking distance.

"Good evening, madam," he said in reply, lifting his hat.

"I just asked along the road until I found you," she exclaimed, untying herbonnet strings; "I knew this lonesome little home must be the place.No trees, no flowers, no curtains, no washing on the line--I could tellthere was no woman around." She always was fixing her hair at his little glassas she spoke. "Now, son, run out and get a few chips for the fire, andwe'll have a bite of supper in a few minutes."

Shaw brought the chips.