Neither spoke for a moment.
"It comes from a distant village where there are many people," she added. "Yesterday I climbed the mountain. Far away I could see the smoke and great white buildings."
"I go to that village to-morrow," said Master.
She dropped her violets and looked down at them.
"Would you care if you never saw me again?" he asked.
She turned away and made no answer.
In the silence that followed the young man was thinking what he should say next. She was first to speak, and her voice trembled a little.
"Could I not see the children?"
"If you would go to Lost River camp."
"I cannot," said she, with a touch of despair in her voice. "My father has told me never to go there."