Zora sat up in bed, and lifted a gray and stricken face.
"It's a lie," she cried, with hoarse earnedstness, "the way nowhere. There is no Way! You know—I want him—I want nothing on earth but him—and him I can't ever have."
The older woman drew her down tenderly.
"No, Zora," she said, "there's something you want more than him and something you can have!"
"What?" asked the wondering girl.
"His respect," said Sarah Smith, "and I know the Way."
Twenty-one
THE MARRIAGE MORNING
Mrs. Vanderpool watched Zora as she came up the path beneath the oaks. "She walks well," she observed. And laying aside her book, she waited with a marked curiosity.