She nodded in her sprightly fashion, but her eyes were far away on the distant horizon, and her soul with them. "I know a lot, Big Bear," she said.
Merefleet watched her, well pleased with the sight. She stood rocking to and fro. Her gaze was fixed and tender.
"I wonder what you see," Merefleet said, after a pause.
Her eyes came back at once to her immediate surroundings.
"Shall I tell you, Big Bear?" she said.
"Yes," said Merefleet, marvelling at the radiance of her face.
And, her voice hushed to a whisper, she moved a pace nearer to him and told him.
"Just a little baby friend of mine who lives over there," she said. "I'm going to see him some day. I guess he'll be glad, don't you?"
"Who wouldn't?" said Merefleet. "But that's not the West, you know."
"No," she said simply. "He's in the Land beyond the sea, Big Bear." And with a strange little smile into his face, she drew the shawl closer about the child in her arms and disappeared into Quiller's cottage.