CHAPTER29。MELISSAANDMARGARET
TheearlyspringsunshinelaylikeabenedictionovertheDeanhousehold，forMargaretandhermotherwerehomefromexile。OnthecorneroftheverandasatMrs。Dean，whereshealwayssat，knitting。Underthebigweepingwillowinthegardenwasherhusband\'sgrave。Whenshewasnotseatednearit，shewasthereintheporch，andtoithereyesseemedalwaystostraywhensheliftedthemfromherwork。
ThemailhadjustcomeandMargaretwasreadingaletterfromDan，and，assheread，hercheeksflushed。
\"Hetookmeintohisowntent，mother，andputhisownclothesonmeandnursedmelikeabrother。AndnowheisgoingtotakemetoyouandMargaret，hesays，andIshallbestrongenough，Ihope，tostartinaweek。Ishallbehisfriendforlife。\"
Neithermothernordaughterspokewhenthegirlceasedreading。OnlyMargaretrosesoonandwalkeddownthegravelledwalktothestile。