"Yes, it must be. I think, Tom, the work we love is like that. When I am practising and making mistakes, the perfect music is singing in my ears and I keep listening and trying to follow. Yes, it is great!"
They were both looking off toward the river.
"It's the sort of work for me," Tom murmured, thinking of his roads. "You know I like to lie out of doors nights. I like the sky over me and a fire at my feet. Do you remember," he laughed shyly, "the night before I went away; how Mam'selle made believe to be asleep while we talked?"
"Yes," Donelle's eyes were dreamy; "dear Mamsey, how she has made believe all her life."
"Donelle, I only learned a little while ago that it was Mam'selle's money that sent me off, gave me my chance."
"Tom!" And now Donelle's eyes were no longer dreamy.
"Yes. She worked and saved and never told." Tom's voice was vibrant with emotion.
"And she worked and saved that I might have my chance," murmured Donelle.
"I'm going to pay her back double," Tom said.
"Now, Tom Gavot," Donelle rose as she spoke, "you can see why I came back. I am going to pay her back—double. Some day I may go away and learn how to make money, much money, but first I have to show Mamsey that I love her best in all the world."