Then, springing to her feet Hope Farwell stood waiting with joy—lighted face, as Dan went stumbling in wondering haste down the hill.
"I thought you were never coming," she said. "I have been waiting so long." And then for a little while there was nothing more said that we have any right whatever to hear.
When he insisted upon an explanation of the miracle, she laughed merrily.
"Why it's like most miracles, I fancy, if only one knew about them—the most natural thing that could happen after all. Dr. Miles came to me some two months ago, and said that he had a patient whom he was sending into the mountains with a nurse, and asked me if I would take the case. He said he thought that I would like to see the Mutton Hollow country, and—and that he thought that I needed the trip. You can imagine how quickly I said that I would go. I am living down at the Jones place."
"Where my mother went this morning?" Dan broke in eagerly.
She nodded, "Your mother and I are—are very good friends," she said demurely.
"Does she—"
Hope blushed. "I couldn't help telling her. You see she had your letters and she already knew a great deal. She—"
"I suppose she told you all about it—my finish at Corinth—I mean, and my plans?" interrupted Dan.
"Yes," Hope replied.