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 At last Linda felt as though she wanted to go outdoors. Her forehead was very warm. The fire had blazed more brightly than she had intended. She longed to feel the night breeze against her forehead.

Outside it was very clear. The air was fresh and although the moon had not yet risen into view the sky was very bright proclaiming its coming. Linda sighed. Perhaps far off in Carolina the remnants of her family were grouped outside the cabin door. Perhaps as of yore they were singing.

Linda was not unhappy. She felt a bit wistful, a bit sad. But now things were growing brighter. She had been afraid she might lose her home. But Jethro Trent had rekindled her courage. With such a man to lean upon, her tiny home was safe.