“And this is the last place I ever expected to be,” she said, without lifting her eyes.
“But yo’re here—and it’s all right. Nobody has ever been turned away from this ranch. As long as yo’re here, no matter what you’ve done, it won’t be discussed. Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.”
Della lifted her face and looked at the old man through her tears.
“I didn’t know there were such people,” she said brokenly.
“Don’t cry, Della.”
Jane patted her on the shoulder. “Wouldn’t you rather be moved out on the porch and have breakfast out there?”
“I don’t think I want any breakfast, Jane; I’m going to Medicine Tree, if you’ll let me ride with you.”
“There’s room,” said her father. “Harry was going to ride his horse, anyway, and you can go in the buckboard.”
“You’ll go, won’t you, Jane?” Della asked.
“Why, I—I didn’t intend to.”