murmured Priscilla, sitting between the two men,
her clasped hands outstretched toward the fire, which was smouldering
ruddily.

"That is because you have wings, Butterfly," Boswell whispered.

"And no fetter on your soul," Farwell said so softly that only Boswell
heard.

"I see," Priscilla childishly wandered on, "such a lovely trail leading,
leading--where?"

"Where, indeed?" Boswell was watching her curiously.

"That is the beauty of it! I cannot see beyond the next step. All my life
I have tried to keep my yearnings within bounds; now I--just follow. It's
very, very wonderful. Some day I am going back to the In-Place. I shall
find you both sitting by Master Farwell's beautiful fire, I am sure. It
will be the still morning time, I think, and you will be so glad to see
me, and I shall tell you--all about it!"

"Heaven keep you!"

Boswell's voice was solemn and deep.

"Life will keep her safe," Farwell said with a laugh. "Life will take no
liberties with her. She got her bearings, Jack, before the winds knocked
her. Let us both walk home with her. What sort of a night is it?"

Priscilla went to the window.

"It's rather black," she returned; "as black as the big city ever is. The
mist is clearing; it's a beautiful night."

CHAPTER XX

"Of course," Priscilla leaned back in her deep-cushioned chair and
laughed from sheer delight, "I was a better girl in my former life
than I ever had any idea of, or I wouldn't have been given this----"

She and Margaret Moffatt were sitting on the piazza of a little Swiss
inn. Below them lay a tiny lake as blue and as clear as a rare gem; round
about them towered snowy peaks, protectingly. All that was past--was
past! There did not seem to be any future; the present was sufficient.

"I think you must have been rather a good child, back there," Margaret
Moffatt said, looking steadfastly at the girl near her; "and, anyway, you
ought to have a rich reward for your hair if for no other reason."

"A recompense, you mean?"

"Heavens! no! I was thinking, as I often do when I see the lights in your
hair, that for making people so cheerful and contented nothing is too
good for you. I'm extremely fond of you, Priscilla Glynn! It's only when
you put on your cap and apron manner that I recall--unpleasant things.
Just tuck them out of sight and let us forget everything but--this!
Isn't it divine?"

"It's--yes, it is divine, Miss Moffatt."

"Now then! Along with the cap