So, I let Cousin James pack me into his low, prehistoric old surrey, in the front seat, at his side, while Sallie took Aunt Dilsie and one twin with her on the back seat.  Henrietta scrouged down at my feet, and I fearingly, but accommodatingly, accepted the other twin.  It was a perfect kitten of a baby, and purred itself to sleep against my shoulder as soon as anchored.

The half-mile from the station, along the dusty, quiet village streets, was accomplished in about the time it would take a modern vehicle to traverse Manhattan lengthwise, and at last we stopped at the gate of Widegables.  The rambling, winged, wide-gabled, tall-columned old pile of time-grayed brick and stone, sat back in the moonlight, in its tangle of a garden, under its tall roof maples, with a dignity that went straight to my heart.  There is nothing better in France or England, and I feel sure that there are not two hundred houses in America as good.  I’ll paint it, just like I saw it to-night, for next Spring’s Salon.  A bright light shone from the windows of the dining-room in the left wing, where the collection of clinging vines were taking supper, unconscious of the return of the left-behinds that threatened.

And as I glanced at my own tall-pillared, dark old house, that stands just opposite Widegables, and is of the same period and style, I knew that if I did not escape into its emptiness before I got into Cousin Martha’s comfortable arms, surrounded by the rest of the Crag’s family, I would never have the courage to enter into the estate of freedom I had planned.

“Sallie,” I said firmly, as I handed the limp Kitten down to Aunt Dilsie, as Henrietta took the other one—­“Puppy” I suppose I will have to call the young animal,—­from her mother and started on up the walk in the lead of the return expedition, “I am going over to stay in my own home to-night.  I know it seems strange, but—­I must.  Please don’t worry about me.”

“Why, dear, you can’t stay by yourself, with no man on the place,” exclaimed Sallie, in a tone of absolute panic.  “I’ll go tell Cousin Martha you are here, while Cousin James unpacks your satchel and things.”  And she hurried in her descent from the ark, and also hurried in her quest for the reinforcement of Cousin Martha’s authority.

“I’m going to escape before any of them come back,” I said determinedly to the Crag, who stood there still, just looking at me.  “I’m not up to arguing the question to-night, for the trip has been a long one, and this is the first time I have been home since—­Just let me have to-night to myself, please.”  I found myself pleading to him, as he held up his arms to lift me clear of the wheels.

His eyes were hurt and suffering for a second, then a strange light of comprehension came from them into mine, like a benediction, as he gently set me on my feet.

“Must you, Eve?”

“Yes,” I answered, with a gulp that went all the way down to my feminine toes, as I glanced across the road at the grim, dark old pile that towered against the starlit sky.  “I want to stay in my own house to-night—­and—­and I’m not afraid.”