Why, all his life he had been making himself into something big
and fine. He put into words the things I had always thought and dreamed
about--an ideal was what he called it! And to think I never knew! And he
remembered and wanted to be kind! I shall worship him now while I live.
And when he comes back to the Hill Place I will go and thank him, even
if my father should kill me. I shall never be happy until I can explain.
What a stupid he must think me!"
After that the secret became the sacredest thing in Priscilla's life and
the most tormenting in Jerry-Jo's. They were both at ages when such an
occurrence would appeal to a girl's sentimentality and a young man's
hatred.
The family did not return to the Hill Place for many summers, and only
once during the following years did Priscilla's name pass Travers's
lips.
Apropos of something they were talking about he said to Helen Travers: "I
wonder what has become of that little dancing dervish up in Canada? She
wasn't plain, ordinary stuff, but I suppose she'll be knocked into shape.
Maybe that half-breed, Jerry-Jo, will get her when she's been reduced to
his level.
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