52 Two Lirrte Pinerims’ PRoGcREss

alike, because they couldn’t help it. We have both
thought of the same thing. I went to Aunt Matilda,
asked her to let me work somewhere—and pay me—
and she let me go into the dairy and try. And Mrs.
Macartney said I was a help—and I am to have
fifty cents a week, if I go on as I've begun.”

Robin’s hand gave hers a clutch just as it had done
before—that day when he had not known why.

“Meg, I believe,” he said—*I believe that we two
will always go on as we begin—I believe we were born
that way. We have to. We can’t help it. And a
dollar a week—if they keep us, and we save it all—
could go—almost anywhere some time.”
_ Meg’s eyes were fixed on him with a searching but
half-frightened expression.

“ Almost anywhere,” she said quite in a whisper—
“anywhere not more than two hundred miles away.”