In a way, she was like Billie, because she loved nature and all the romance of adventure.

There was in her nature the mingling of the three races, the French, the Indian, and the Scotch, and besides, Kit felt personally responsible for her success up at Hope.

The girls had played absolutely fair and square, once they had decided to bury the hatchet, and given the chance, Marcelle herself had justified the opening of doors to her.

As Amy said: "It doth not behoove us to say a blessed word against Marcelle when she is racing ahead in all our classes, and plucking honors right and left." Marcelle smiled at Kit's remark.
"I have heard my grandmother say that in her girlhood her people of the northern forests pledged their friendships by saying, 'While the grass grows and the waters run, so long shall we be friends.'" She turned and smiled at Kit her grave-eyed slow smile.

"I will say that to you now, before you go." Kit laid one arm around her shoulders.
"Me too," she answered, heartily.