I?" he asked, "what have you made me?"

"Oh! I did not make you, Sandy. You just were! The moonlight was
streaming in through the window where the roses and honeysuckle are--it
was a leafy moonlight and all ripply like dancing water. I was not
afraid--I went right boldly up to--your picture, Sandy, and I knew you
at once. You know in the Significant Room of my book it says there was
a man in a cage; the man and his dream; and the man that cut his way
through his enemies--the biggest of them all! But, oh! Sandy, mighty
plain and fine I saw you like you were all three of the book folks.
You were Sandy of the cage--and the cage was Lost Hollow! You were
Sandy with your dream of helping us-all. Me, the po' lil' white trash
in Crothers' factory--everybody! Then you were Sandy cutting your way
through your enemies like the Hertfords are to your family; I heard
Aunt Ann telling Ivy--and then right sudden I saw you hanging up in a
gold frame with the ripply moonlight shining on you---- The Biggest of
Them All!"

Sandy's eyes were brilliant and glittering; his breath came quick and
hard, and to steady himself he whispered:

"I am going away--to-night!"

The vision vanished and Cynthia felt two large tears roll down her
cheeks. They left no sorry stains upon the pale smoothness of the
girl's skin; Cynthia's eyes could always hold a smile even when dimmed;
her eyes were gray with blue tints and her straight, thick hair was the
dull gold that caught and held light and shade. Some day she was going
to be very handsome in an original and peculiar fashion, and Sandy
unconsciously caught a glimpse of it now, and it disturbed him.

"I am going--to-night. I wonder if there is enough?"

He glanced at the box. "I have never counted it."

"Never counted it? I have counted it every week. That's because I am
I, and you are you, Sandy. There's over thirty dollars."

At this Sandy gasped.

"I--reckon it will take me to Massachusetts," he said.

"I reckon it will take you to the world's end," Cynthia, the mystic
exclaimed, "and back again!"

"Back again!" Sandy's imagination could not stretch past a certain
limit.

"But you are coming back, Sandy?" A startled fear crept into the
girl's eyes; "you promised!"

"I shall come back--yes!"

"Let us count the money together, Sandy."

Dishevelled dark head and smooth bright one bent close in the dimming
light. There was a far-distant rumble of thunder, but neithe