Agatha sat still a moment. She could realize the magnitude of the sacrifice that he was making, and in some degree the hazards that he must face. It appealed to her with an overwhelming force, but she was also conscious of a strange dismay. She turned to him with a flush of color in her cheeks and her eyes shining.
“Oh,” she said, “it’s splendid.”
Wyllard smiled. “What could I do?” he said, “I sent them.”
CHAPTER XIV
AGATHA PROVES OBDURATE
It was two days later when Agatha, coming back from a stroll across the prairie with the two little girls, found Mrs. Hastings awaiting her at the homestead door.
“I’ll take the kiddies. Harry Wyllard’s here, and he seems quite anxious to see you, though I don’t know what he wants,” she said.
She flashed a searching glance at the girl, whose face, however, remained impassive. It was not often that Agatha’s composure broke down.