And there was food and fuel enough?"
"Food--yes; I went out three times for wood, and I took one wild, mad
walk. I ran, while all the world slept, to Lonely Farm. I looked in at my
father's window; he was dozing by the fire, and--my mother----"
"Well, Priscilla?"
"My mother--was crying! I shall always remember her--crying. I did not
know there were so many tears in the world!"
"You--you still insist upon going away?"
"Yes. There is no other way for me. Already I seem a stranger, a
passerby. Not even for my mother can I stay; it could work no good for
her or me. Perhaps, by and by----" Priscilla paused. Now that she was
about to turn her back on all that was familiar to her, she became
serious and intense, but she knew no shadow of wavering.
Then Farwell told her the arrangements he had made.
"I have a hundred dollars for you, Priscilla. I wish it were more. My
friend Boswell will meet you at Little Corners. This is Friday; he will
be there on Sunday and will wait for you at the inn; there is only one.
Ask for it and go straight to it. From here to Little Corners is the
hardest part.
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