That letter, blotted with penitent tears, had brought a new tenderness into his heart for her.

It had revealed a different Eugenia from the one he had been accustomed to thinking of as his little daughter.

Somehow she seemed nearer and dearer than she had ever done before, and he wanted to take her in his arms and tell her so.

The next instant the thought flashed across his mind, "Well, why not?
This is the time I have arranged to take my vacation, and there is nothing to hinder my going down to Kentucky after her.

Jack Sherman is always urging me to visit Locust, and I'll give the child a surprise.