“Your cousin’s letter, woman, dear,” announced Kate.

Honora looked up quickly, her vagueness momentarily dissipated.  Kate always had noticed that Wander’s name had power to claim Honora’s interest.  He could make folk listen, even though he spoke by letter.  She felt, herself, that whatever he said, she would listen to.

Honora tore open the envelope with untidy eagerness, and after she had read the letter she handed it silently to Kate.  It ran thus:—­

     “COUSIN HONORA, MY DEAR AND PRIZED:—­

“Rather a knock-out blow, eh?  I shan’t waste my time in telling you how I feel about it.  If you want me to follow David and kill him, I will—­as soon as this damned leg gets well.  Not that the job appeals to me.  I’m sensitive about family honor, but killing D. won’t mend things.  As I spell the matter out, there was a blunder somewhere. Perhaps you know where it was.

“Of course you feel as if you’d gone into bankruptcy.  Women invest in happiness as men do in property, and to ‘go broke’ the way you have is disconcerting.  It would overwhelm some women; but it won’t you—­not if you’re the same Honora I played with when I was a boy.  You had pluck for two of us trousered animals—­were the best of the lot.  I want you to come here and stake out a new claim.  You may get to be a millionaire yet—­in good luck and happiness, I mean.

“I’m taking it for granted that you and the babies will soon be on your way to me, and I’m putting everything in readiness.  The fire is laid, the cupboard stored, the latchstring is hanging where you’ll see it as you cross the state line.

“You understand I’m being selfish in this.  I not only want, but I need, you.  You always seemed more like a sister than a cousin to me, and to have you come here and make a home out of my house seems too good to be true.

“There are a lot of things to be learned out here, but I’ll not give them a name.  All I can say is, living with these mountains makes you different.  They’re like men and women, I take it. (The mountains, I mean.) The more they are ravaged by internal fires and scoured by snow-slides, the more interesting they become.

“Then it’s so still it gives you a chance to think, and by the time you’ve had a good bout of it, you find out what is really important and what isn’t.  You’ll understand after you’ve been here awhile.

     “I mean what I say, Honora.  I want you and the babies.  Come
     ahead.  Don’t think.  Work—­pack—­and get out here where Time
     can have a chance at your wounds.

     “Am I making you understand how I feel for you?  I guess you
     know your old playmate and coz,

     “KARL WANDER.

     “P.S.  My dried-up old bach heart jumps at the thought of
     having the kiddies in the house.  I’ll bet they’re wonders.”