"Mam'selle Jo Morey is going to take us in," Law replied. "At least she'll feed us. It's a cabin in the woods for us, Jim."
"That sounds good to me, Andy." Norval drew in his breath sharply.
"The pines are corking," he added. Then: "Miss Walden, how do you like the looks of the place?"
Donelle, under a heavy veil, was feasting her eyes on Point of Pines; on a blessed figure waiting by a sturdy cart.
"It looks like heaven!" replied the even voice of Mary Walden.
Jo Morey came to the gang plank, and found her own among the passengers. Then her brows drew close, almost hiding her eyes.
"Those are my boarders!" she proclaimed loudly, seizing Donelle. "This way, please."
Law was the only one who spoke on the drive up. Jo sat on the shaft, the others on the broad seat.
"I miss Nick," he remarked.
Mam'selle turned and gave him a stern look. Could he not know, the stupid man, that Nick would have given the whole thing away? Nick had a sense that defied red wigs and false voices. Nick was at that moment indignantly scratching splinters off the inside of the cow-shed door.