Today of all days Carley made an inspiring listener.

Even the shiny, muddy, suspicious old sow in no wise daunted her fictitious courage.

That filthy pen of mud a foot deep, and of odor rancid, had no terrors for her.

With an arm round Glenn's shoulder she watched the rooting and squealing little pigs, and was amused and interested, as if they were far removed from the vital issue of the hour.

But all the time as she looked and laughed, and encouraged Glenn to talk, there seemed to be a strange, solemn, oppressive knocking at her heart.