She must do something, and sliding from her stool she sank upon her knees--her proper attitude--upon her knees before Hugh, whom she had wronged so terribly, and burying her face in Hugh's own hands, she sobbed: "Oh, Hugh, Hugh! you don't know what you ask.

I love you dearly, but only as my brother--believe me, Hugh, only as a brother.

I wanted one so much--one of my own, I mean; but God denied that wish, and gave me you instead.

I'm sorry I ever came here, but I cannot go away.

I've learned to love my Kentucky home.