They saw the thousand places where cities could be made, and built their fires on the sites of them, and camped a day, and were gone, leaving them waiting and barren as before.

They travelled through the new lands in America from the fringe of the Arctic to Patagonia, but they raised no roof-tree; they tilled no acre, opened no market, set up no tabernacle: they had neither home nor country.
Fleda was the heir of all this, the product of generations of such vagabondage.

Had the last few years given her the civic sense, the home sense?
From the influence of the Englishwoman, who had made her forsake the Romany life, had there come habits of mind in tune with the women of the Sagalac, who were helping to build so much more than their homes?
Since the incident of the Carillon Rapids she had changed, but what the change meant was yet in her unopened Book of Revelations.

Yet something stirred in her which she had never felt before.

She had come of a race of wayfarers, but the spirit of the builders touched her now.
"What are my plans ?" Ingolby drew along breath of satisfaction.