CHAPTER IV

UP EARLY It was the next morning before Helen had a chance to put into practice her sudden determination to sketch the old homestead. She had told no one but Hugh of her desire and almost before daylight she was up, dressed, and out, her sketching materials tucked snugly under her arm. On this peaceful Sunday morning it was with a feeling of reverence that she approached the old place, looking dim and ghostly in the early light. Standing out vaguely against the indeterminate background of a wintry sky, it seemed fa…