A week later the River Queen, rather dignifiedly, puffed up to the wharf of Point of Pines. The sturdy boat was doing her bravest bit that summer. She went loaded down the river; she panted back contemplatively, knowing that she must bear yet other loads away. Away, always, away!
"I want Mam'selle Jo Morey's," Anderson Law said as he was deposited, with other freight and bags on the dock. "She takes boarders?"
Jean Duval frowned.
"She took one," he replied, "but he ran away. I'm thinking the Mam'selle Jo is not reaching out for more."
"Then I will go to her," said Law in his most ingratiating manner; "she shall not reach out for me."
Jo was in the barn, but Donelle stood by the gate, her fair, uncovered head shining in the warm October light.
"I am Anderson Law!"
Donelle turned and her wide eyes grew dark.
"I have come late, I'm afraid, child," Law saw that his name was familiar to the girl, saw her lips quiver, "but I'll do my best now to mend the trouble. You must accept me for Alice Lindsay's sake."
Bluntly, but with grave tenderness, he put out his hand.