Do n't believe folks if they tell you I was n't . '' `` Indeed , I never did -- not for a minute ! '' fired Sara . `` I 'm glad of that . I 'm going away , later on . I felt bad enough when you refused to marry me , Sara ; but it 's well that you did n't . I 'm man enough to be thankful my troubles do n't fall on you . '' Sara stopped and turned to him . Beyond them the lane opened into a field and a clear lake of crocus sky cast a dim light into the shadow where they stood . Above it was a new moon , like a gleaming silver scimitar . Sara saw it was over her left shoulder , and she saw Lige 's face above her , tender and troubled . `` Lige , '' she said softly , `` do you love me still ? '' `` You know I do , '' said Lige sadly . That was all Sara wanted . With a quick movement she nestled into his arms , and laid her warm , tear-wet cheek against his cold one . When the amazing rumor that Sara was going to marry Lige Baxter , and go out West with him , circulated through the Andrews clan , hands were lifted and heads were shaken . Mrs. Jonas puffed and panted up the hill to learn if it were true . She found Mrs. Eben stitching for dear life on an `` Irish Chain '' quilt , while Sara was sewing the diamonds on another `` Rising Star '' with a martyr-like expression on her face . Sara hated patchwork above everything else , but Mrs. Eben was mistress up to a certain point . `` You 'll have to make that quilt , Sara Andrews .
If you 're going XXXXX live out on those prairies , you 'll need piles of quilts , and you shall have them if I sew my fingers to the bone .
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