"I wish I could go East again, back to our old home in Missouri." "I wish now I'd stayed here and sent you," said Mose.
She turned in surprise.

"Why so, Mose ?" "Because I had so little fun out of it, while to you it would have been a picnic." "You're mighty good, Mose," was all she said in reply, but her eyes lingered upon his face, which seemed handsomer than ever before, for it was softened by his love, his good friends, and the cheerful home.
In the days that followed Cora took on new youth and beauty.

Her head lifted, and the swell of her bosom had more of pride and grace than ever before in her life.

She no longer shrank from the gaze of men, even of strangers, for Mose seemed her lover and protector.

Before his visit to the East she had doubted, but now she let her starved heart feed on dreams of him.
Mose had little time to give to her, for (at his own request) Reynolds was making the highest use of his power.