Now use those long legs and hurry." John took his cap and set off, liking the run over the snow, which was light and no longer falling.

He raced down the avenue and climbed the gate, thinking of Leila.

He dropped the letter into the post-office box, and decided to return by a short way through the Penhallow woods which faced the town.

He moved eastward, climbed the fence, and stood still.

He was some two hundred yards from the parsonage.