Even her heartache
could not dull the beauty of the scene, as, with all sails set, the
white-winged vessels glided smoothly out toward the open sea, and
suddenly her face grew bright, and she caught her breath in excitement,
for just as the leader rounded the lighthouse, the tips of the masts
caught the first rays of the rising sun, and gleamed almost like spear-
points in the strong light, which soon inwrapped the whole fleet in a
beautiful glow. Others saw it as well as herself, and some one shouted,
"A good sign! A good sign!" while a hearty cheer rose from the little
group of women, children, and old men upon the beach.
Sara joined in it, and felt glad as well as they; for while she might
have doubts of howling dogs and dripping candles, this seemed an omen
that heaven itself might deign to send as a comfort to their anxious
hearts.
CHAPTER II.
STORM AND TROUBLE.
They turned homewards presently, and Sara, walking between the now
momently subdued Morton and Molly, heard her name called with a purity
of pronunciation so seldom accorded it in Killamet that she knew at once
who spoke.
"It's Miss Prue, children; run on home, while I stop and see what she
wants," she said, turning from them and passing through the little
gateway in a neat white paling fence at her side.
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