chug-chugged its way down the Great Slave River, forget all that he had done and would not do, and hold the memory of her before him, hour by silent hour, drawing his strength for the future therefrom.
There were comments which it was better that Jennifer should not hear when she came again to Grey Wolf. But because she had guessed at them, and met them in her heart long since, she did not quail at them now. Son-of-Lightning was re-installed in his shack behind the kitchen, and his tuneless singing warmed Jennifer's spirit, although it made her mother laugh until she cried, and then say:
"You must make him exercise his voice at regular hours only, Jennifer. Hours when I go walking or driving. He will kill me dead if I have to hear him more than once a week."
"I could never make him understand all that, dear," said Jennifer. "But I might explain that it would be a terrible thing for him to damage his throat by over-exertion if Clara is any good as a medium."
Clara was the breed provided by Mrs. Leigh in place of the original Louisa. She lived in the kitchen and drove the staid Toronto servant to despair five times a day. "But," as Jennifer said, "she kept Susan from being lonely, and even something to worry one is better than isolation."
Leigh had also stocked up the necessary horses and pigs and the necessary hired man. Moosta's last baby but one was borrowed for a week, "just to help settle them in," according to Jennifer's plea; and then Jennifer took breath and looked round on the dear familiar world out of which the dearest and most familiar elements had dropped. Moosta's baby was the deep-laid plan whereby she hoped to trap Andree. For she knew that if Grange's Andree cared for any things on earth those things were Grange's babies. And this proved true. In the beginning of the second week Andree stopped Jennifer outside the Hudson Bay Store and spoke to her.
"Are you meaning to keep Moosta's Rosario all the time?" she asked abruptly.
Jennifer looked at her with a quickening heart-beat.
