"I am glad I didn't have to sell the necklace," she thought.

"Now I'll find a hotel and write to mother, and it will all be settled.

It will all be settled," she repeated in a joyous tone; and this joyousness, overflowing her breast, showed in her eyes, in the little quivering smile on her lips, and in her light and buoyant step over the snow.

A weight had been lifted from her heart, and she felt at peace with the world, at peace with the shivering passers-by, at peace even with George.

The wind, hastening her walk, stung her face till it flushed through its pallor, and sent the warm blood bounding with happiness through her veins.