She kicked some gravelly stones out of her path and looked over the river. It was all so beautiful then, no smoke to obscure it anywhere. "They all love you, they're always wanting you. Grandad doesn't care for me any more. And he wasn't a bit glad when the news came. He went in the house saying it was a 'lee' and Norry said the black cat was on his back. It wasn't a real cat, but like those in the stories. And he stayed there all day. And he wouldn't believe you were coming home or that the war was ended." "He hardly believes it yet;" laughing. "But he _was_ glad to have me come back. And are you not a little glad?" "You have all mother's gladness. And gran'mere's." She made a funny little movement with her dimpled chin, that if she had been older would have been coquettish. Her lashes were long and a sort of bronze brown, and her eyes made a glitter through them. Barbe had been a very pretty girl but the child was not much like her mother only in certain dainty ways. And her blue eyes came from him. He was rather glad of that. "Don't you want them to be glad that I am back?" "Why?"--she looked up perplexed. She was not old enough to define her emotions. "Of course I should want them to be glad." "Yet you are a little jealous." "Jealous!" she repeated. The word had no clearly definite meaning to her. "Maybe I have crowded you out a little. But you will find as you grow that there is a great deal of love that can be given and not make any one the poorer." "What is jealousy?" She had been following out her own thought and hardly minded his truism. "Why"--how could he define it to the child's limited understanding? "Jealousy is wanting _all_ of another's regard and not being willing that any other shall have a share. Not being willing that grandad shall care for me." "He wasn't glad at first." She could not forget that. "It wasn't a question of wanting or not wanting me that made him captious. He could not enjoy the English being beaten. I do not understand that in him since he means to spend all the rest of his life here, and has never wanted to go back. He was only a little boy, not older than you when he came here. And he fought in the battle of Braddock's defeat. Though the French gained the day it was no great victory for them, for they gave up their plan of taking possession of all the country here about. And he has not much faith in the rebels, as he used to call us, and didn't see what we wanted to fight for. And he _is_ glad to have me back. But he isn't going to love you any less." "Oh, yes he does," she returned quickly. "I used to ride with him and he never asks me now. And he takes you away--then they all come asking for you and if everybody likes you so much----" "And don't you like me a little?" He gave a soft, wholesome laugh and it teased her. She hung her head and returned rather doubtfully--"I don't know."