"Oh, I don't know," she said perplexedly. "If you had come sooner--
I leave on the 11:30 train tonight. I MUST leave by then or I shall
not reach Montreal in time to fill a very important engagement.
And yet I must see Aunty Nan, too. I have been careless and neglectful.
I might have gone to see her before. How can we manage it?"
"I'll bring you back to Kensington in time to catch that train,"
said Jordan eagerly. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for
Aunty Nan--me and Dan. Yes, sir, you'll get back in time.
Just think of Aunty Nan's face when she sees you!"
"I will come," said the great singer, gently.
It was sunset when they reached Gull Point Farm. An arc of warm
gold was over the spruces behind the house. Mrs. William
was out in the barn-yard, milking, and the house was deserted,
save for the sleeping baby in the kitchen and the little old
woman with the watchful eyes in the up-stairs room.
"This way, ma'am," said Jordan, inwardly congratulating himself
that the coast was clear. "I'll take you right up to her room."
Up-stairs, Joscelyn tapped at the half-open door and went in.
Before it closed behind her, Jordan heard Aunty Nan say,
"Joscelyn! Little Joscelyn!" in a tone that made him choke again.
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