The tranquil day was nearly done and she felt it was the last tranquillity she might know for long.

Her companions were frank and kind, Canadians, but her sort, and she was going to make a bold plunge with another who was not.

Yet she knew one could not rebel for nothing, and she had pluck.

The light faded behind the trees, a loon's wild cry rang across the dark water, and the party went to bed.
In the morning Grace awoke Mrs.Cartwright quietly.
"Barbara is gone," she said.
"Ridiculous!" said Mrs.Cartwright.
"She is gone.

Her clothes are not about; but we must be calm and not disturb the camp.