Climbing Saco Hill was like climbing the hill of her dreams; life
and love beckoned to her across the snowy slopes.
At rest about Patty's future, though troubled as to her sorry
plight at the moment, she was conscious chiefly of her new-born
freedom. She revelled in the keen air that tingled against her
cheek, and drew in fresh hope with every breath. As she trod the
shining pathway she was full of expectancy, her eyes dancing, her
heart as buoyant as her step. Not a vestige of confusion or
uncertainty vexed her mind. She knew Ivory for her true mate, and
if the way to him took her through dark places it was lighted by
a steadfast beacon of love.
At the top of the hill she turned the corner breathlessly, and
faced the length of road that led to the Boynton farm. Mrs.
Mason's house was beyond, and oh, how she hoped that Ivory would
be at home, and that she need not wait another day to tell him
all, and claim the gift she knew was hers before she asked it.
She might not have the same exaltation to-morrow, for now there
were no levels in her heart and soul. She had a sense of mounting
from height to height and lighting fires on every peak of her
being. She took no heed of the road she was travelling; she was
conscious only of a wonderful inward glow.
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