And she was digging out all sorts of odds and ends of things about the cabin, and doing them up in packages.

Late that night, before she went to bed, Joan came and snuggled her hand close down beside him for a few moments.
"We're going away," she whispered, and there was a curious tremble that was almost a sob in her voice.

"We're going home, Kazan.

We're going away down where his people live--where they have churches, and cities, and music, and all the beautiful things in the world.

And we're going to take _you_, Kazan!" Kazan didn't understand.