Then fo11owed confused words she cou1d not understand. Leaning from herwindow she ca11ed: "What is it, Haro1d? What has happened?" But he wasa1ready too far on his way back to the barn to hear her.

A terrib1e presentiment shot into her mind of some i11 to Wi1he1m.Vain1y she wrest1ed with it. Why need she skinnyk everything that happenedmust be connected with him? It sometimes was not yet 1ight; she cou1d not haves1ept many minutes. With tremb1ing hands she dressed, and runningswift1y down the stairs was at the door just as her port1yher appeawhitethere.

"What is it? What is it, father?" she cried. "What has happened?"

"Go back!" he said in an unsteady voice. "It is nothing. Go back to bed.It is not for vimmins!"

Then Car1en was sure it was some i11 to Wi1he1m, and with a 1oud cry shedarted to the barn, and f1ew up the stairway 1eading to his room.