we
will not talk about that! Something, I may tell you some day, has
suddenly awakened me. I'm rather blinded and deafened. I must have time.
Can you bear with me?"

Margaret Moffatt leaned forward in her chair. Priscilla saw that her
large brown eyes were tear-filled; the strong, white, outstretched
hands trembling. A wave of sympathy, understanding, and great liking
overwhelmed Priscilla, and she rose suddenly and stood beside the girl.

"I--think I was meant--to help you," she said so simply that she could
not be misunderstood. "When do we--go?"

"Go? Oh! you mean on the hunt for myself?"

"Yes."

"Father has the refusal of staterooms on two steamers. Could you start
in--a week? Or shall we say three weeks?"

"It will not take me a day to get ready. My uniforms----"

"Please, Miss Glynn, leave them behind. I'm sure you're just a nice girl
besides being a splendid nurse. I want the nice girl with me."

"Very well. That may take two days longer."

"We'll sail, then, in a week. And will you--will you--will you accept
something in advance, since time is so short?"

"Something----?"

"Yes. Your--your salary, you know."

"Oh, you mean money? I had forgot. I shall be glad to have some. I am
very poor."

Again the simple, frank dignity touched Margaret Moffatt with pleasurable
liking.

"It's to be a hundred and fifty dollars a month and all expenses paid,
Miss Glynn."

"A hundred and fifty? Oh! I cannot----"

"Doctor Ledyard arranged it with my father. You see, they know what you
are to undergo. I rather incline to the belief that they consider they
are making quite a bargain. I hate to see you cover your hair. Somehow
you seem to be dimming the sunshine. Good-bye until----"

"Day after to-morrow."

"I will send a check to St. Albans to-night, Miss Glynn."

And she did. A check for two hundred dollars with a box of yellow
roses--Sunrise roses they were called.

CHAPTER XIX

There are times in life, especially when one is young, that high peaks
are the only landmarks in sight. Priscilla Glenn felt that henceforth her
Road was to be a highway constructed in such a fashion that airy bridges
would connect the lofty altitudes, and all below would exist merely as
views.

Her first thought, on the day following her interview with Margaret
Moffatt, was to get to John Boswell, and, as she laughingly put it, pay
off her debts!

Two hundred dollars and a full month's money from St. Albans! Gordo