never understand how everything
came about; and besides, if it hadn't been for her the end would have
been very different.

This part will have to be a sort of confession. When I began to write, I
used not to say much about my feelings, even when I was sure of them,
which was seldom; but I see now that I fell in love with my knight the
minute I saw him first. I must have been fascinated, or it would not
have occurred to me to choose him as the man to buy my brooch. I might
have spoken to some one else. By the time we started on our trip and got
as far as Gretna Green, I _worshipped_ him. That is why I was so happy.
I never troubled then about what the end would be. I just gave myself up
to being happy, and it seemed as if such happiness must last forever. I
used to wonder why I wasn't more impatient to get to Edinburgh and see
my mother--the one thing I started out to do. But it was because I'd
fallen in love with my knight, and he was already more important for me
than any one else in the world, more important even than Barbara.

Soon I began to suspect what was happening; and in Edinburgh I was
quite, _quite_ sure. But I wasn't any longer perfectly happy. There were
clouds over the heather moon--that sweet, kind moon which I used to say
was the best of the year for falling in love.

I stopped writing then, for if I had written it would have had to be all
about my feelings. The world was full of them. They were like gulls
wheeling round a lighthouse lamp; and my heart was the lamp.

I thought, in Edinburgh, that my knight didn't care for me as I did for
him. He kept away, and let other men go with me everywhere. Now I
understand why, but then it made me miserable, for I knew he was the One
Man, and always would be. A girl who had once loved him could never look
at any one else. There were other things too that made me sad. Nobody
wanted me. People were always planning how to send me away: but the
heather moon shone in spite of all, and each evening when she came up,
out of the mysterious places where she hides, she seemed to say:
"Courage. Have faith in me. Don't lose hope, and I'll show you yet where
to find the rainbow key." So I wouldn't lose hope; and I felt rewarded
when my knight asked me to write to him, and promised that by and by I
should see him again.

Then a letter came, and though I couldn't think why he had gone back to
Carlisle to call on Grandma, I felt it must be for a reason connected
with me; a