"You ah right," he reiterated.
In the night Celia dreamed of home and the blue-grass hills and the whip-poor-wills and the mocking birds that sang through the moonlight from twilight till dawn.
Sobbing in her sleep, she waked to hear the demoniacal shriek of the tireless wind and the howl of a coyote, and wept, refusing to be comforted.
The next day she said to Seth firmly and conclusively:
"I am goin' home."
CHAPTER VIII.[ToC]
