Its single room with its raftered walls, books and a lamp, an old-fashioned stove, a work-basket, a faded rag-carpet and the trophies of childhood, boy and girl, was snug and comfortable.
"It's Donald's and mine," said Joan.

"We've always studied here with Mr.Abbott." "Mr.O'Neill," said the minister stiffly, "it--it has been a sort of secret.

Mr.Craig was strangely opposed to the tuition I offered years ago.

Joan settled the problem for herself." It was evident all of it had lain a little sorely on the old man's conscience.

It had been a singular problem, deception or the welfare of the two children suffering at the hands of Adam Craig; and the need of choice had driven him to prayer.
Kenny, glad at last to find his tongue, warmly commended his decision.
Joan blew out the light and locked the door.
"How did you find the cabin, Kenny ?" she asked wonderingly.