She obeyed and sat looking away from him out through the open door. Were her eyes searching for the mountain top?
"You have thoughts—sweet, big thoughts, dear girl; put them in words for me now, while we are so blessedly alone."
"I can't say rightly what I think. Seems like if I had some other way—something besides words to tell my thoughts with, I could do it better; but words are all we have—and seems like when I want them most they won't come."
"That's the way with all of us. Don't you see you are still beyond my reach? Come. If you can't tell your thoughts in words, give them by the touch of your hands as you did a moment ago."
She did as he bade her and, leaning forward, took his hand in both her own.
"That's right. I'll teach you how to tell your thoughts without words. Now, how came you to find us the other day?"
"I don't know myself. It was a strange way. First I rode down to Teasley's Mill to—to try to persuade them—Giles Teasley—to allow him to go free." She paused and put her hand to her throat, as her way was. "I think, Doctor Thryng, I'd better build up the fire and get you some hot milk. Doctor Bartlett said you must have it often—and—to