nning down the index suddenly stopped. "I was right. Dayelle
Wiley Brown. There it is. Ten of her poems, too: 'The Viking's Quest';
'Days of Gold'; 'Constancy'; 'The Caballero'; 'Graves at Little
Meadow'--"

"We fought off the Indians there," Saxon interrupted in her excitement.
"And mother, who was only a little girl, went out and got water for the
wounded. And the Indians wouldn't shoot at her. Everybody said it was
a miracle." She sprang out of Billy's arms, reaching for the book and
crying: "Oh, let me see it! Let me see it! It's all new to me. I don't
know these poems. Can I copy them? I'll learn them by heart. Just to
think, my mother's!"

Mrs. Mortimer's glasses required repolishing; and for half an hour she
and Billy remained silent while Saxon devoured her mother's lines. At
the end, staring at the book which she had closed on her finger, she
could only repeat in wondering awe:

"And I never knew, I never knew."

But during that half hour Mrs. Mortimer's mind had not been idle. A
little later, she broached her plan. She believed in intensive dairying
as well as intensive farming, and intended, as soon as the lease
expired, to establish a Jersey dairy on the other ten acres. This, like
everything she had done, would be model, and it meant that she would
require more help. Billy and Saxon were just the two. By next summer she
could have them installed in the cottage she intended building. In the
meantime she could arrange, one way and another, to get work for Billy
through the winter. She would guarantee this work, and she knew a
small house they could rent just at the end of the car-line. Under
her supervision Billy could take charge from the very beginning of the
building. In this way they would be earning money, preparing themselves
for independent farming life, and have opportunity to look about them.

But her persuasions were in vain. In the end Saxon succinctly epitomized
their point of view.

"We can't stop at the first place, even if it is as beautiful and kind
as yours and as nice as this valley is. We don't even know what we want.
We've got to go farther, and see all kinds of places and all kinds of
ways, in order to find out. We're not in a hurry to make up our minds.
We want to make, oh, so very sure! And besides...." She hesitated.
"Besides, we don't like altogether flat land. Billy wants some hills in
his. And so do I."

When they were ready to leave Mrs. Mortimer offered to present Saxon
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