"But there's the Heart's Desire at the end, you know."
"Yes; but I do not think I would want it to be a throne."
"What then?"
"Oh! love—my own life—the giving and giving just where I long to give. It's splendid to tramp along your road, if it is your road, and be jolly and friendly with those you care for. It will all be so different from Kenmore, where one has to take what one must."
"I wonder how Jerry-Jo will feel about all this?"
"Jerry-Jo! And what right has he to think at all—about me?"
The girl's eyes flashed with mischief and daring.
"Jerry-Jo!" she laughed with amusement. "Just big, Indian-boy Jerry-Jo! We've played together and quarrelled together, but you're all wrong, Master Farwell, if you think he cares about me! He knows better than that—far, far, better."
But even as she spoke the light and fun left her eyes. She looked older, more thoughtful.
"Isn't it queer?" she said after a pause.