“I don’t know,” came back in a broken whisper.
“Don’t you like it here, dear?”
“N-no.”
“Would you like to go away?”
“Y-yes, please.”
“Very well, dear. We can leave to-morrow. And we’ll go anywhere you choose.”
Priscilla raised her head and her eyes were shining with pleasure as well as tears.
“Really?—Truly?” she cried eagerly.
“Why, yes, pet,” her mother assured her in surprise. “Certainly we can go to-morrow and anywhere you choose.—Back to the mountains if you like.”
Priscilla’s face fell and all the light went out of it. Her lip began to quiver. Her mother and Hannah exchanged puzzled glances over her head.