would suspect. She must
remember." Her eyes grew dim with tears that were demanding to be shed.
"Any book-seller has them." Her face cleared. She felt like shouting her
triumph. She could go to any book-seller and he would tell her what she
wanted to know.

"That's all." Elijah sprang from the table. He lifted Amy from her feet,
caught her in his arms, kissed her and darted through the house and out
into the drive-way.

"Hook up the horses, Jose! Move lively! We've got a long drive."

Helen and Amy were standing under a rose-covered trellis. Helen was
sober, Amy was peaceful.

"Sorry to leave you so soon, little girl. We're going out on business."
The team pulled up beside them. "We'll be home tonight." The words
floated back through the crush of wheels on the gravel.

Amy watched them drive away. This time she held no Fate-dealing daisy in
her hands; a full-blown rose was there instead. The flush of it was on
her cheeks, its perfume in her nostrils as she cleared the table, and
washing the dishes, put them away. She sang softly to herself, with her
sewing in her lap, as she rocked gently to and fro through the long, hot
day. In the shade of the rose and the honeysuckle, the tempered sunbeams
fell on her hair, on her work, the sweet perfume of the air mingling
with the perfume of her dreams.

It was almost six o'clock when Elijah and Helen returned. Following them
closely was a dusty horseman. Without dismounting the horseman handed a
note to Elijah. Elijah tore open the envelope, his face clouding as he
read. He turned to Helen.

"You're right, as usual. The Pacific will close its doors tomorrow.
We've got to get back to Ysleta tonight. The cashier tells me that we
can get our money out if we're on hand early when the bank opens in the
morning." Elijah turned to the stable man. "Take out these horses and
put in Chica and Lota. Hurry!" He slipped his arm through Amy's. "Too
bad, little girl. Thought we'd have an evening together. Let's go in and
have a bite. Jose will be ready in fifteen minutes. Sixty miles is a
long drive for one day; are you good for it?" He looked sharply at
Helen.

"Of course I am." The answer was brusque. The day, for very good
reasons, had not eased Helen's mind.

Amy stood bright-eyed and smiling, as Elijah kissed her goodbye. A
fleeting wonder swept over Elijah's mind; but he had no time for
riddles. Amy was still smiling as Elijah and Helen drove away. The
setting sun rested a hal