Jean Isbel certainly resembled his sister.
"Too bad they belong to the family that ruined dad." Ellen went to bed without opening the package or without burning it.
And to her annoyance, whatever way she lay she appeared to touch this strange package.

There was not much room in the little tent.

First she put it at her head beside her rifle, but when she turned over her cheek came in contact with it.

Then she felt as if she had been stung.
She moved it again, only to touch it presently with her hand.

Next she flung it to the bottom of her bed, where it fell upon her feet, and whatever way she moved them she could not escape the pressure of this undesirable and mysterious gift.
By and by she fell asleep, only to dream that the package was a caressing hand stealing about her, feeling for hers, and holding it with soft, strong clasp.