Thank God, I do believe you.

The boy is straight." At that word she let him go.

That her father should not believe in Allan was to her loyal heart an intolerable pain.

Now Allan would have someone to stand for him against "that lawyer" and all others who might seek to do him harm.

At the House door she stood watching her father drive down through the ragged firs to the highroad, and long after he had passed out of sight she still stood gazing.