An excited trembling came upon her for a few moments. The next instant she had put a strong curb upon herself, and, folding the letters, and replacing them in the envelope, she cried out quietly, but sharply:
“The boat from Southampton sails at two to-day. I’ll catch that!”
The next instant she was divesting herself of her hat and jacket, and began to set about her packing.
Now and again she talked to herself thus: “Sick, is he? Poor old pastor! I guess I know what’s the matter with him, and I’ll put him right in five minutes.”
She smiled as she went on: “I guess, too, I’ve found out what’s the matter with me—I want to be a pastor’s wife!”
The next instant her voice was carolling out:
“For I tell them they need not come wooing of me,
For my heart, my heart, is over the sea.”
Her fingers were busy, her mind all the time kept mentally arranging a host of things.