But the Road will not be finished--and I wonder.

If he wants to, let him! We Linforths belong to the Road." Dick folded the letter reverently, and crossing to his mother's side, put his arm about her waist.
"Yes," he said.

"My father knew it as I know it.

He used the words which I in my turn have used.

We Linforths belong to the Road." His mother took the letter from his hand and locked it away.
"Yes," she said bravely, and called a smile to her face.