"Do I think so? Oh! I am sure."
"Then I will go."
"You will go? Oh! I am so happy! The doctor was very angry; he has not been himself since. You don't know how glad he will be."
"But will not thee be happy, too?" he asked.
"Happier than you could dream," she answered with all the frankness of a child. "But what made you change your mind?"
"I will tell thee sometime; it is too late now. There is my home and I have much work to do before dark."
"Home!" she echoed. "I never had a home, or at least I cannot remember it. We have always led a roving life, here to-day and gone to-morrow. It must be sweet to have a home!"
"Thee has always led a roving life and wishes to have a home? I have always had a home, and wish to lead a roving life," said David.
They looked at each other and smiled at this curious contradiction. They smiled because they were not yet old enough to weep over the restlessness of the human heart.
Having reached the edge of the woods, where their paths separated, they paused.