With a radiant, grateful smile, she turned to go, the door opening under her eager grasp. It was here that Dan Jordan spoke: "Won't Miss Skinner have some coffee?" Tessibel looked at him with an incredulous glance. He, too, had come forward and stood with his kindly gray eyes fixed upon her face. "Yes, yes, of course," hurriedly put in Teola, "pardon me--I forgot.... You shall have my cup.... Here, Tessibel! I may call you that, mayn't I? Please drink some of mine." Teola held the cup invitingly to the shivering lips, and Tessibel swallowed it down in one gulp. "I air goin' now," she said desperately, wiping away coffee drops that lingered upon her face, "and ye ain't goin' to forget?" This last was to Frederick, and he shook his head emphatically. He would not forget again; he would make the girl's father a special medium to establish a line of faith between the God he professed to love and himself--the quality of which should be no less than the one that Tessibel had cultivated during her weary weeks of waiting. No thought entered anyone's mind of asking the girl if she were afraid of the dark night--she seemed so much a part of the darkness, of the falling snow and thrashing trees, that she was allowed to depart without a question. As he stood on the Rectory steps, the clicking of the big boots came to Frederick long after the slender form had disappeared from sight. After that the party broke up, for the merriment had died in Tessibel's grief. An impression had been made upon the thoughtless boys and girls, and a shadow rested on each face as they bade "good-night" to their young hostess. "She's the prettiest girl I ever saw," confided Teola to Frederick afterward; "her eyes are the color of a marigold." In her heart Teola was glad that she had gone to the squatter in sympathy, for, upon leaving, Dan Jordan had whispered words that had burned deep into her soul: "You are an angel, Teola _dear_, and I--love--you." For one instant the tall student had bent his head, laying his lips upon hers--and had gone without another word. CHAPTER XIII The last day of the trial was so different from that of Tessibel's dreams! Again she must cross the dark Hoghole trestle alone on her way to the hut. But the singing in her heart when she left the Rectory took away the pain of her loneliness. Frederick Graves had said that she had done right in coming to him and asking prayers for "Daddy Skinner." Her faith in the student carried her above the material things of the earth, more than her absolute faith in God, for like women, Tessibel lived and had faith through the man of her choice.