The noise of the opening door roused the girl. She sat up, stared in a dazed way at her mother an instant, then threw off the coverings and sprang out of bed.
"I've been asleep; Mr. Westerfelt! Oh, mother, why did you let me—"
"He's all right!" interrupted Mrs. Floyd. "They didn't touch a hair of his head." Harriet stared open-mouthed.
"He's back safe and sound," went on Mrs. Floyd; "he proved himself innocent and they let 'im go."
"Oh, mother, mother!" Harriet put her arms round the old woman's neck and clung to her. "Thank God! Oh, mother, thank God—thank God!" Then she sat down in a chair and began hastily to put on her shoes.
"What are you going to do?"
"Going to see him."
"Not now; why—"
"I will see him. Let me alone; don't try to stop me!"
"You surely would not go to the stable! He—"