Quietly and with a great peace in her heart she bathed her swollen face, changed her dress to one fresh from the ironing board--pale blue it was with a dainty vine running through it--threw a wrap about her and went out to her mother.
"I am going up to the Waring-Gaunts', Mother.

They might need me," she said in a voice of such serene control that her mother only answered, "Yes, dear, Larry will go with you.

He will soon be in." "There is no need, Mother, I am not afraid." Her mother made no answer but came to her and with a display of tenderness unusual between them put her arms about her and kissed her.
"Good-night, then, darling; I am sure you will do them good." The night was gusty and black, but Kathleen had no fear.

The road was known to her, and under the impulse of the purpose that possessed her she made nothing of the darkness nor of the approaching storm.

She hurried down the lane toward the main trail, refusing to discuss with herself the possible consequence of what she was doing.