Oh, Anne, you must have thought me hateful in those weeks before I went away.

I didn't mean to be--but I couldn't think of anything except what I had to do, and everything and everybody about me were like shadows." "I know--I understood, Leslie.

And now it is all over--your chain is broken--there is no cage." "There is no cage," repeated Leslie absently, plucking at the fringing grasses with her slender, brown hands.

"But--it doesn't seem as if there were anything else, Anne.

You--you remember what I told you of my folly that night on the sand-bar?
I find one doesn't get over being a fool very quickly.