me and discussion influenced Janet? Might she not fear to
try the larger life with him; she who had, without a quiver, discarded
Devant with his claims and yearnings?

For a moment the day seemed chilly and the sky darker. But Thornly was
not one to hold back when even the slightest hope beckoned. He would not
wait for her to call him, he would go to her!

He closed the door and strode down the sandy road. He passed the new inn
at the foot of the Hills, and returned the salute that Pa Tapkins waved
to him with a kettle from the kitchen window. As he neared the bay the
salt smell of the water seemed to give him strength. There was James
B.'s little boat at his wharf and Eliza Jane in the doorway of the low,
vine-covered house.

"You jest better be goin' on!" she called to James B., who was loitering
on the village side of the garden.

"I ain't more'n jest come off!" James B. answered. "I ain't any more'n
had time t' swaller my dinner."

"Well, what more do you want?" snapped his wife. "You go on now, an' do
what I tell you. An' there ain't no use t' turn the P'int t' the
village, nuther. I kin see your sail till you reach the Station, an' if
you don't go straight on, I kin reach the village store 'fore you kin.
So 't ain't no use, James B."

James B. evidently agreed with her, for he turned and went
disconsolately toward the wharf.

Thornly smiled and his old cheerfulness returned. He was seeing these
people, slowly, through Janet's eyes. They were so brave, patient, and
humorous. They were so human and faulty and lovable. Among them she,
poor little wayfarer, had got her life lesson--how would she apply it
now?

Before him rose Davy's Light, its glistening head ready for duty when
the night should come. Some one was waving from the balcony up aloft!
Some one had been watching the road from the Hills! Thornly's heart beat
quicker. Was it Davy?

Just then the playful wind caught the loosened, ruddy hair of the
watcher above, and Thornly hastened his steps.

The rooms of the lighthouse were empty, and silence brooded over all.
Thornly mounted the winding stairs and, as if Davy's personality
pervaded the way, his heart lightened perceptibly at each landing. In
the little room below the lamp, Janet met him.

"We're freshening up," she said with the old half-shy laugh, "Davy,
Cap'n Daddy, and I. Come!"

Thornly stretched out his hands toward her.

"Janet!" he whispered. "One moment, little girl!" She turned a