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She must
soon go, her time was growing short, but she was enjoying herself
immensely.
Looking at her, Farwell was suddenly convinced of one overpowering fact:
Priscilla Glenn was destined for--living! Hers was one of those natures
that flash now and then upon a commonplace existence, a strange soul from
an unknown port, never resting until it finds its way back.
"Poor little girl!" whispered Farwell, and then he talked to her.
Would she let him go to her father and mother?
"What's the use?" questioned Priscilla, and she told him of the
experience in the woods. "Father saw only evil when it was the most
beautiful thing that ever happened."
Farwell saw a wider stretch and more danger.
"But I will try, and anyway, Priscilla, if I promise to help you get
ready, will you promise me to do nothing without consulting me?"
This the girl was ready enough to do. She was restless and defiant under
her new emotion, but intuitively she had sought Farwell because he had
before aided her and sympathized with her. Yes, she would confide in him.
That night Farwell called at Lonely Farm.


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