a child, with such a pleased smile on his face. Somehow, Anne, I just gave way then. That smile on his poor vacant face was more than I could endure. I felt as if I were denying a child the chance to grow and develop. I knew that I must give him his chance, no matter what the consequences might be. So I came over and told Gilbert. Oh, Anne, you must have thought me hateful in those weeks before I went away. I didn’t mean to be—but I couldn’t think of anything except what I had to do, and everything and everybody about me were like shadows.”
“I know—I understood, Leslie. And now it is all over—your chain is broken—there is no cage.”
“There is no cage,” repeated Leslie absently, plucking at the fringing grasses with her slender, brown hands. “But—it doesn’t seem as if there were anything else, Anne. You—you remember what I told you of my folly that night on the sand-bar? I find one doesn’t get over being a fool very quickly. Sometimes I think there are people who are fools forever. And to be a fool—of that kind—is almost as bad as being a—a dog on a chain.”
“You will feel very differently after you get over being tired and bewildered,” said Anne, who, knowing a certain thing that Leslie did not know, did not feel herself called upon to waste overmuch sympathy.
Leslie laid her splendid golden head against Anne’s knee.
