No, she believed not only in a fair-minded but in a generous God and she had faith that he was in his Heaven.
She had paid for her folly—if indeed folly it had been. Now with optimism and courage she looked fearlessly forward. That was why, as she caught up her hat, a smile curled her lips.
The house did look pretty, the day was glorious. She was a-tingle with eagerness to see what it might bring.
Calling Prince Hal, she stood before him.
"Take good care of the house, old man," she admonished, as she patted his silky head. "I'll be home soon."
He followed her to the piazza and stopped. His eyes pleaded to go, but he understood his orders and obeying them lay down with paws extended, the keeper of the Homestead.