A good many forebodings crowded into the Colonel's mind as he walked hurriedly on.

He wondered how he would be received.

What if Jack Sherman had died after all?
What if Elizabeth should refuse to see him?
A dozen times before he reached the gate he pictured to himself the probable scene of their meeting.
He was out of breath and decidedly disturbed in mind when he walked up the path.

As he paused on the porch steps, Lloyd came running around the house carrying her parrot on a broom.

Her hair was blowing around her rosy face under the Napoleon hat she wore, and she was singing.
The last two hours had made a vast change in her feelings.