"I have no home." She looked at them desperately, her dark eyes
appealing to one and the other, as if they were the jury that held her
life in the balance. Only one pair of eyes seemed to hold out any hope.
"If you would only try me I could soon prove to you that I am not
worthless." Unconsciously she held out her hand in entreaty.
"Here we are, here we are, all off for Boston!" The voice was Hi's. He
was just turning in at the field gate with Kate beside him. Kate, a
ravishing vision, in pink muslin; a smiling, contented vision of happy,
rosy girlhood, coming back to the home-nest, where a thousand welcomes
awaited her.
"Hello, every one!" she said, running in and kissing them in turn, "how
nice it is to be home."
They forgot the homeless stranger and her pleading for shelter in their
glad welcome to the daughter of the house. She had shrunk back into the
shadow. She had never felt the desolation, the utter loneliness of her
position so keenly before.
"Hurrah for Kate!" cried the Squire, and everyone took it up and gave
three cheers for Kate Brewster.
The wanderer withdrew into the deepest shadow of the porch, that her
alien presence might not mar the joyous home-coming of Kate Brewster.
There was no jealousy in her soul for the fair girl who had such a royal
welcome back to the home-nest. She would not have robbed her of it if
such a thing had been possible, but the sense of her own desolation
gripped at the heart like an iron band.
She waited like a mendicant to beg for the chance of earning her bread.
That was all she asked--the chance to work, to eat the bread of
independence, and yet she knew how slim the chance was. She had been
wandering about seeking employment all day, and no one would give it.
Only Dave had not forgotten the stranger is the joy of Kate's
home-coming. He had welcomed the flurry of excitement to say a few words
to his mother, his sworn ally in all the little domestic plots.
"Mother," he said, "do contrive to keep that girl. It would be nothing
short of murder to turn her out on the highway."
A pressure of the motherly hand assured Dave that he could rely on her
support.
"Well, well, Katie," said the Squire with his arm around his niece's
waist, "the old place has been lonely without you!"