Miss Lowe got up from her chair and cautiously motioned Tod to the doorway of the lean-to.
"Look!" she whispered. Greeley expected still to see Martin, but instead he saw the delicate, sleeping face of Cynthia Walden. He drew back with a stifled cry.
"That there room o' yours," he faintly said when he reached the fireside again, "is right nerve-racking. It's like one of them Jack-boxes at Christmas."
"She only stopped here because she was tired. When she awakens I will take her home," explained Miss Lowe.
Greeley was nonplussed, but when he was in doubt he turned the subject and talked more than usual.
The following day Cynthia was taken home. Providence and the strain and excitement saved her from serious harm, but when Marcia Lowe left her by the gate of Stoneledge there seemed to be something tragic in the fact that after such an experience, no explanations were necessary. Ann Walden was past any earthly worriment, and Sally Taber could not understand then, or ever, the soul-hurt little Cynthia had received.
"It's good friends now and always, little Cyn?"
"Yes, dear Cup-o'-Cold-Water Lady!"
They stood by the dilapidated gate.
"And you will come often to Trouble Neck?"