It was close and dark and warm there
in the room, and from without came the muffled sounds of the
city. For an instant I waited, rigid with expectancy. And then I
heard as clearly and plainly as ever I heard anything:
"David! David!" in my sister Harriet's voice.
It was exactly the voice in which she has called me a thousand
times. Without an instant's hesitation, I stepped out of bed and
called out:
"I'm coming, Harriet! I'm coming!"
"What's the matter?" inquired Bill Hahn sleepily.
"Nothing," I replied, and crept back into bed.
It may have been the result of the strain and excitement of the
previous two days. I don't explain it--I can only tell what
happened.
Before I went to sleep again I determined to start straight for
home in the morning: and having decided, I turned over, drew a
long, comfortable breath and did not stir again, I think, until
long after the morning sun shone in at the window.
CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN
"Everything divine runs with light feet."
Surely the chief delight of going away from home is the joy of
getting back again. I shall never forget that spring morning when
I walked from the city of Kilburn into the open country, my bag
on my back, a song in my throat, and the gray road stretching
straight before me.
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