And there the little finger paused, and with a hopeless gesture Celie intimated that was all she knew.

From somewhere out of that blue patch the ship had touched the American shore.

One after another she took up from the table the pieces of paper that carried on the picture-story from that point.

It was, of course, a broken and disjointed story.

But as it progressed every drop of blood in Philip's body was stirred by the thrill and mystery of it.