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“Go home!” repeated Martin indignantly. “Oh, we can’t let her; she mustn’t.”

“Of course not. She’s been crying till she’s ’most beat out, but I’ve been thinking it over and Gincy’s going to stay. I’ve just seen Mrs. Donnelly again—”

“Well, I’m mighty glad!” Martin gave a long breath of relief. “How did you manage it, Tally?”

“I’m going home instead,” she answered calmly.

“You!” Her brother sprang up excitedly. “Tally, I won’t hear to it!”

“Yes, you will. Sit down, Mart, you’d do the same thing if you were in my place, you know you would. I’m not going to be selfish. Gincy’s never had any chance and I’ve had a whole year here. Maybe I can come back again some time, but if I knew I couldn’t I should go just the same.”

“But you can’t go home alone,” Martin objected.

“Yes, I can. I’ll take the train to the Gap and I’m not afraid to walk the rest of the way.”

“Well, Tally, I suppose you’re right,” her brother said at last, “but it’ll take the sunshine out of the whole year for me, to know that you’re missing all this. And I’d counted so on the good times we’d have together.”