At last Lake Huron was left behind; the steamer turned and went round the foaming leap of the St. Mary's River, the Sault Sainte Marie (called by lake-country people the Soo), and entered Lake Superior. Another broad expanse of water like a sea. At last, on the fifth day, Port aux Pins was in sight, a spot of white amid the pines. They were all assembled at the bow--Cicely, Eve, the judge, and Porley with little Jack; as the pier came into view with the waiting group of people at its end, no one spoke. Nearer and nearer, now they could distinguish figures; nearer and nearer, now they could see faces. Cicely knew which was Paul immediately, though she had never seen him. The judge took the knowledge from her eyes. Now people began to call to friends on the pier. Now the pier itself touched the steamer's side, the gangways were put out, and persons were crossing; in another minute a tall man had joined them, and, bending his head, had kissed Cicely. "Mr. Tennant?" the judge had asked. "Yes," answered Paul Tennant. He was looking at Cicely, trying to control a sudden emotion that had surprised him,--a man not given to emotions; he turned away for a moment, patting Jack's head. "She is so young!" he murmured to the judge. "Paul," said Cicely, coming to them, "you have heard from Ferdie? There are letters?" "No, I haven't heard lately. There are two letters for you, but they are not in his handwriting." "Are they here?" Paul's eyes turned rapidly, first to the judge, then to Eve. Eve's eyes answered him. "At the house," he said. "Is it far? Let us go at once." And Cicely turned towards the stairs. "It's at the other end of the town; I've a wagon waiting." Cicely was already descending. She crossed the gangway with rapid step; she would not wait for their meagre luggage. "Take me there at once, please; the wagon can come back for the others." "I must go too," said Eve. The tone of her voice was beseeching. "Get in, then," said Cicely. "Paul, take us quickly, won't you?" In her haste she seized the reins and thrust them into his hands. She would not sit down until he had taken his seat. "I will send the wagon back immediately," Paul said to the judge. Then, seeing the lost look of the old planter, he called out: "Hollis! Here a moment." A thin man with gray hair detached himself from the group of loungers on the pier, and hurried towards them. "Judge Abercrombie, this is Mr. Christopher Hollis," said Paul; "he lives here, and he is a great friend of mine. Hollis, will you help about the baggage? I'm coming back immediately." They drove away, but not before Cicely had asked Paul to let her sit beside him; Eve was left alone on the back seat. "I wanted to sit beside you, Paul; but I'm afraid I can't talk," Cicely said. She put the back of her hand under her chin, as if to support her head; she looked about vaguely--at the street, the passing people.