Glad still sat clinging to her knees and with tears running, but the
ugliness of her sharp, small face was a thing an angel might have paused
to see.

"You don't want to go away from here," Sir Oliver said to her, and she
shook her head.

"No, not me. I told yer wot I wanted. Lemme do it."

"You shall," he answered, "and I will help you."

The things which developed in Apple Blossom Court later, the things
which came to each of those who had sat in the weird circle round the
fire, the revelations of new existence which came to herself, aroused no
amazement in Jinny Montaubyn's mind. She had asked and believed all
things--and all this was but another of the Answers.