several audible gasps of astonishment, and nervous giggles from the younger girls, and above these the scornful, unpleasant laugh of Jane Pratt.  But Agony was strangely serene.  Being prepared for almost any demonstration of scorn she was surprised that it was no worse.  Now that the weight of deceit was off her conscience and the haunting fear of discovery put at an end the relief was so great that nothing else mattered.  She bore it all tranquilly—­Dr. Grayson’s fatherly advice on the evils of ambition; the snubs of certain girls; Oh-Pshaw’s sympathetic tears; Jo Severance’s unforgettable look of unbelieving astonishment; Bengal Virden’s prompt transferring of her affections to Sahwah; the loving loyalty of the Winnebagos, who said never a word of reproach.

And now it was all over, and she was going away with Miss Amesbury to spend a week with her in her home, going away the day before Camp closed.  Miss Amesbury, loving friend that she was, realized that it was well both for Agony and for the rest of the girls that she should not be present at that farewell banquet where she was to have been presented with the Buffalo Robe, and had borne her away as soon as possible.

And now once more it was sunset, and the evening star was shining in the west, and it seemed to Agony that it had never seemed so fair and friendly before.  Agony’s face was pensive, but her heart was light, for now at last she knew that she was not a coward, and that “when the time came she would be able to do the brave and splendid thing.”