He came there and found me, and--humiliated me.

And after we got home--" Ann was holding herself tight, but after a moment she relaxed to say with an attempted laugh: "It wasn't all being 'called.' Part of it was being driven.
"Then there was another thing.

The treasurer of the missionary society came that night with some money--eighteen dollars--I was to send off the next day.

It was that money started me out to find my Something Somewhere." "Oh _Ann_!" whispered Katie, drawing back.

"But of course," she added, "you paid it back just as soon as you could ?" "I _never_ paid it back! If I had eighteen _million_ dollars, I'd _never_ pay it back! I _like_ to think of not paying it back!" Katie's face hardened.