"Well," said Thankful, with a sigh, "she's gone, anyhow.

I feel almost as if I'd cut my anchor rope and was driftin' out of sight of land.

It's queer, ain't it, how you can make up your mind to do a thing, and then, when you've really started to do it, almost wish you hadn't.

Last night--yes, and this mornin'-- I was as set on carryin' through this plan of mine as a body could be, but just now, when I saw Emily get aboard those cars, it was all I could do to keep from goin' along with her." Captain Obed nodded.

"Sartin," he agreed.