----"

Her voice was fairly alive with delight.

"I crossed ten days sooner than I had planned. A friend wanted some
papers which were in my possession, and I had to come out here for
them. So I reached the Center just in time for supper, and went over to
your uncle's in the evening."

There was an odd expression in his face--amusement and annoyance it
seemed, and as if he was quite at sea. Then he said almost abruptly,
"Let us sit down. There is a good deal of talking to do--or very little,
as the case may turn," in a rather dry tone.

"Excuse me, while I go up and explain to Mrs. Van Dorn. Oh, I have so
much to say, too. So many things have happened to me."

She was off like a flash, but he noted the grace of her movement; the
air that showed she had capabilities beyond the usual untrained country
girl. Would she have to be wasted on a second or third rate life?

"I suppose you have done nothing with the papers I gave you," he began,
when she returned. "I have heard of your driving around, and your
dissipation."

"Oh, but I have," she replied eagerly. Then she gave a bright infectious
laugh. "You can't think--why it seems now as if I had been at school all
summer. I have learned so many new things about the world and the
people in it. I have read books and papers, and found out about the
places where you have been. Mrs. Van Dorn has been--well, nearly all
over the world, I believe, and she has met musicians and artists, and
people who write books and poems, and has seen kings and queens----"

"Then you haven't spent all the time reading novels? I was afraid you
had. But your aunt--have you any idea of keeping on at school?"

"They do not want me to," she answered gravely. "But Mrs. Dayton thinks
they have no real right to decide for me, if I can do anything for
myself. And why isn't it just as good and honorable for a girl to work
for her education when she is hungry for the knowledges in the world, as
for a boy! And if I _can_ do anything, don't you think they ought to
consent?"

"Well! well! well!" his exclamation points were in full evidence. He
studied her brave eager face, it had in it certain strong earnest lines,
certain lines of prettiness, too. All before her was an unknown country.
No one could truly map out another's life, and be sure of the making,
but he knew he should not mar it as the Mulfords might in their
ignorance of her desires and capabilities. He resolved to take a
decisive hand in it