"No. Nothing's wrong. Where's Phœbe?"
"Ach, over at the quarry again for weeds or something like she brings home all the time."
"All right." He turned to the gate. "I'll find her."
He half ran up the sheltered road to the old stone quarry.
"Phœbe," he cried when he caught sight of her as she stooped to gather goldenrod that fringed the woods.
"Why, David, what's the matter?" she asked as she stood erect and faced him.
"You angel!" he cried, taking her hands in his and spilling the goldenrod over the ground. "You angel!" he said again, and the full gratitude of his heart shone from his eyes. "You bought Mother Bab's sight! You gave up the music lessons that she might see!"
"How d'you know?" she challenged.
"Oh, I know!" He told her briefly. "That's all true, isn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I can't lie out of it now, I guess. Though I've lied like a trooper about it already. But you needn't get excited about it. Mother Bab's earned more than that from me!"
