Aside from him, Sally was the only composed one. It is true, her eyes
were very bright, and there was a compression about her mouth seldom
seen, except just before one of her frenzied attacks. Occasionally,
too, she pressed her hands upon her head, and walking to the sink,
bathed it in water, as if to cool its inward heat; but she said
nothing until Mary was about stepping into the buggy, when she
whispered in her ear, "If that novel should have an unprecedented run,
and of course it will, you would not mind sharing the profits with me,
would you?"




CHAPTER XIII.

A NEW HOME IN RICE CORNER.


Very different this time was Mary's ride with Mr. Knight from what it
had been some months before, and after brushing away a few natural
tears, and sending back a few heart-sighs to the loved ones left
behind, her spirits rallied, and by the time they reached the borders
of Rice Corner, there was such a look of quiet happiness on her face
that even Mr. Knight noticed it.

"I'll be hanged if I know what to make of it," said he. "When you rid
with me afore, I thought you was about as ugly favored a child as I
ever see, and now you look full as well as they'll average. What you
been doin'?"