He had come, and she was possessed of a sudden desire to run away.

But she waited, with glad little tremors thrilling her and her heart beating high.

She was sure she heard wheels.

She went to the window, and, shading her eyes, looked out.

A buggy was standing at the gate, but no one got out.
A sudden apprehension seized her, and she hurried into the hail and opened the front door.
"Carter," she called softly out into the night--"Carter, is it you ?" There was no answer, and she came back into the hall and closed the door.