THE THREE-NOTCHED ROAD Lewis Rand and his wife dwelt that summer and autumn in the house on the Three-Notched Road, and were happy there.

If the ghost of Gideon Rand walked, the place, renovated, clean, bright, and homely sweet, showed no consciousness of any influence of the dark.

Passers-by on the dusty road looked curiously at the gay little yard and the feathery mimosa and the house behind the pines.

"Lewis Rand lives there," they said, and made their horses go more slowly.
The pines hid the porch where Jacqueline sat with her work, or, hands about her knees, dreamed the hours away.

She was much alone, for after the first week Rand rode daily to his office in Charlottesville.