"Why strange?"

"Strange from his action for years after. She married against his will.
He never forgave her. My father did not seem to have the knack of
getting along in the world, and he moved to America in the hope of
bettering his condition. He did not better it. My father died ten years
ago, a prematurely broken down man, and my mother and I struggled along
as best we could until she died two years ago. My grandfather returned
her letter unopened when mother wrote to him ten years ago, although the
letter had a black border around it. When I think of her I find it hard
to forgive him, so I suppose some of his nature has been transmitted to
me."

"Find it hard? Katherine, if you were not an angel you would find it
impossible."

"Well, there is nothing more to tell, or at least, not much. I thought
you should know this. I intended to tell you that last day on shipboard,
but it seemed to me that here was where it should be told--among the
hills and valleys that she saw when she was my age."

"Katherine, my dear, do not think about it any more than you can help.
It will only uselessly depress you. Here is a man coming. Let us find
out now whether we have lost our way or not."

They had.

Even after that they managed to get up some wrong lanes and byways, and
took several wrong turnings; but by means of inquiry from every one they