From one to another the child's eyes darted, eager and wistful.
At last they lingered on one away to the left, far back from the road, dimly white with blossoming trees in the twilight of the surrounding woods.
Over it, in the stainless southwest sky, a great crystal-white star was shining like a lamp of guidance and promise.
"That's it, isn't it?" she said, pointing.
Matthew slapped the reins on the sorrel's back delightedly.
"Well now, you've guessed it! But I reckon Mrs. Spencer described it so's you could tell."
"No, she didn't-really she didn't.
All she said might just as well have been about most of those other places.
I hadn't any real idea what it looked like.
But just as soon as I saw it I felt it was home.