There are some people who come into the world for no other reason, apparently, than to lighten the burdens of others. The mere sight of them is the signal for the shifting of heavy loads. Weary, lost ones know their deliverers. Donelle gave a long, long look, her eyes filled with sudden and sadly-suppressed tears. All the weight she had borne since the time she had entered the Walled House cried out for support.
"Oh! I am so glad you've come. So glad!"
And Donelle's hands lay in Law's.
And so Mam'selle found them, clinging to each other like shipwrecked souls, when she came up with Nick wheezing at her heels. Nick wheezed now, there was no denying it.
"And, sir, you are——?" she said, standing with her feet astride, her hands reaching down to where her father's old pockets used to be.
"A boarder, Mam'selle, heaven willing."
"I can take no more boarders, sir. But I can hitch up Molly and drive you to Captain Longville's."
"Mam'selle Morey, I am Alice Lindsay's friend, Anderson Law."
Then Jo, who had always been a burden-bearer herself, scented another of her kind. She came a step nearer. Her lifted brows disclosed her wonderful eyes, the eyes of a woman who had suffered and made no cry.
Law held her by a long glance; a searching glance.