"No, I never go back."
"But you will some time?"
"No; I shall never go back."
"Don't you want to?"
She dropped her eyes, but very steadfastly she said:
"My work is here."
"But you are young, and you may live a great, great many years."
She nodded, and looked out of the open door. The Colonel and the Travelling Priest were walking in Indian file the new-made, hard-packed path.
"Yes," she said in a level voice, "I shall grow old here, and here I shall be buried."
"I shall never understand it. I have such a longing for my home. I came here ready to bear anything that I might be able to get it back."