Followed by his two lean, ugly
sledge dogs he made his way to the barn where Nathaniel was doing the
evening's work. While the men talked, the dogs, behind the building,
fought silently and ferociously. Farwell had fed one before he left home
and a bitter jealousy lay between the animals. It was almost more than
one might hope that the master could influence Glenn or change his mind,
but Farwell did bring to bear an argument that, because nothing else
presented itself, swayed the father.
"You cannot get the same results from all children," Farwell said,
looking afar and smiling grimly; "there's no use trying to make an
abnormal child into a normal one. Priscilla is like a wild thing of the
woods. You may tame her, if you go about it right; you'll never be able
to force her. She's kind and affectionate, but she cannot be fettered or
caged, without mischief being done. Better let her think she is having
her own way, or--she may take it!"
"I'll break her will!" muttered Glenn.
"And if you do--what then?"
"She'll fall into line--women do! Their life takes it out of them. Once I
get her on the right track, she'll go straight enough.
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