It was from a girl.

He had known that girl, years ago, as Neil knew Winnsome; in years of wandering he had almost forgotten her--until this letter came.

It had brought many memories back to him with shocking clearness.

The old folk were still in the little home under the hill; they received his letters; they received the money he sent them each month--but they wanted _him_.

The girl wrote with merciless candor.