A light drew her, as a light has drawn all wanderers on the face of the earth.
Rising on the peak of a low hill appeared a fairy palace with only the towers visible as if built upon air, but nearer, almost beside her, a small, uncertain light.
Sally’s hands beat against the closed door of a small, one-room house.
The face of the man who opened the door she had a faint impression of having seen before, but afterwards she remembered nothing but her own effort to reach the fire and the man restraining her.
CHAPTER XIV
Christmas Eve
“Then you really did care, Dan, when you feared I was lost and that something tragic may have happened?”
“I always intended to find you, Sally.”
Yet Dan Webster looked troubled.
He was standing staring down at the girl who was sitting wrapped in a white woolen cape before the log fire at Tahawus cabin.
Somehow Sally Ashton appeared several years younger than before her adventure. She was paler, the lines of her face thinner and there was a little downward droop to the corners of her full lips.