“No. To-morrow, Aunt Polly, Jan-an. To-day I want Peneluna.”
“All right.” Jan-an nodded.
“And, Noreen dear.”
“Yes, Motherly.”
“Everything is all right. I had a––queer fall. It was quite dark in the cabin––I hit my face on the edge of the table. And, Noreen.”
“Yes, Motherly.”
“I may have to rest a little, but you must not be worried––you see, Mother hasn’t rested in a long while.”
Peneluna responded to the call. It was late evening when she and Jan-an came to the yellow house. Before starting for the Point Jan-an had insisted upon getting a meal and afterward she had helped Mary-Clare put Noreen to bed. All this had delayed her.
“Now,” she said at last, “I’ll go. I guess you’re edging to the limit, ain’t yer?”
Mary-Clare nodded.