"I didn't mean quite that.

I'm merely going back to the Glade farm to-morrow to--" she glanced with furtive uncertainty at her aunt and halted.

"Aunt Agatha, I've been planning a gypsy cart! There! It's out at last and I dreaded the telling! When the summer comes, I'm going to travel about in my wonderful house on wheels and live in the free, wild, open country!" "I can't believe it!" said Aunt Agatha, staring.

"I can't--I won't believe it!" "Don't be a goose!" begged the girl happily.

"All winter the voice of the open country has been calling--calling! There's quicksilver in my veins.