Again the squirrel darted across the floor and Mary-Clare looked after it lingeringly. Even the little wild thing was company for her in her hard hour. Then she looked up at the face of Father Damien. It was but a face--the meaning of what had gone into its making Mary-Clare could not understand--but it brought comfort and encouragement. The reaction had set in. Worn-out nerves became non-resistant; they ceased to ache. Then it was that Noreen's shrill voice broke the calm: "Motherly, Motherly, he's come: he's come home!" Mary-Clare rose stiffly; her hands were spread wide as if to balance her on that dangerous, adventurous trail that lay between her past and the hidden future. There lay the trail: within her soul was a sense of truth and she had strength and courage for the first step. That was all. "I'm coming, Noreen. I'm coming!" And Mary-Clare staggered on. CHAPTER IV Mary-Clare met Noreen at the brook, smiling and calm. The child was trembling and pale, but the touch of her mother's hand reassured her. It was like waking from a painful dream and finding everything safe and the dream gone. "I was just coming down the path with Jan-an, Motherly, when I saw him going in the house." "Daddy, dear?" "Yes, Motherly, Daddy. He left a bag in the house; looked all around and then came out. I was 'fraid he was coming to you, so I ran and ran, but Jan-an said she'd stay and fix him if he did." "Noreen!" The tone was stern and commanding. "Well, Motherly, Jan-an said that, but maybe she was just funny." "Of course. Just funny. We must always remember, Noreen, that poor Jan-an is just funny." "Yes, Motherly." Things were reduced to normal by the time the little yellow house was reached. Jan-an was there, crouched by the fireplace, upon which she had kindled a welcoming fire after making sure Larry had not gone up the secret trail. Rivers was not in evidence, though a weather-stained bag, flung hastily on the floor, was proof of his hurried call. He did not appear all day. As a matter of fact, he was at the mines. Failing to find his wife, he had availed himself of the opportunity of announcing his presence to his good friend Maclin, and getting from him much local gossip, and what approval Maclin vouchsafed. All day, with Jan-an's assistance, Mary-Clare prepared for the creature comforts of her husband; while Noreen made nervous trips to door and window. At night Jan-an departed--she seemed glad to go away, but not sure that she ought to go; Mary-Clare laughed her into good humour. "I jes don't like the feelings I have," the girl reiterated; "I'm creepy." Mary-Clare packed a bag of food for her and patted her shoulder. "Come to-morrow," she said, and then, after a moment's hesitation, she kissed the yearning, vacant face. "You're going to the Point, Jan-an?" she asked, and the girl nodded.