"He will--he will.

Even if he doesn't, I'll know that he remembers just the same.

He does--he does remember." She drew herself up with an effort, and, as it were, shook herself free from the memories which dimmed her eyes.
Not far away a man was riding towards the clump of trees where she was.
She saw, and hastened to her horse.
"If I told John all I feel he'd understand.

I believe he always has understood," she added with a far-off look.
The draft was still crushed in her hand when she mounted the beloved horse, whose name now was Shiel.
Presently she smoothed out the crumpled paper.

"Yes, I'll take it; I'll put it by," she murmured.