'She leaves the cavern, and returns to her home a wiser woman.'
Gwen folded her manuscript up quietly, adding indifferently, 'Now what was it she wanted?'
'I should say, "Work,"' remarked Agatha in her matter-of-fact way. 'She seems to have been a most idle young person.'
'Rest and contentment,' murmured Clare, looking at Gwen with dreamy, thoughtful eyes.
'Sleep, perhaps,' suggested Elfie.
'You're all wrong.'
'Tell us then.'
'She wanted silence.'
And humming an air, Gwen walked into the house without another word.
Elfie began to laugh. 'What a queer subject! Gwen never does write like other people. There is no moral at all.'