She was near the wood, and could see the little dark twisted cone-strewn paths that led into the purple depths, when a woman came out of it towards her.She saw that it was Miss Toms.It seemed quite natural to see her there because it was on this same road that she had first met the lady and her brother.Miss Toms also did not seem at all surprised.She shook Maggie warmly by the hand.
"You said that I wouldn't come often to see you," said Maggie.
"And it's been true.Things have been more difficult for me than Iknew at the time."
"That's all right," said Miss Toms.
"But I ought to tell you," said Maggie, "that although I haven't been to see you, I've felt as though you and your brother were my friends, more than any one in this place.And that's been a great help to me."They started to walk down the road together.
"You've been in trouble," said Miss Toms."Of course I've heard about it.I would have liked to come and see you but I didn't know how your sister-in-law would like it."She put her arm through Maggie's.
"My dear," she said, "don't be discouraged.Because Skeaton is dead it doesn't mean that all the world is.And remember this.The world's view of any one is never the right one.I know that the world thinks my brother's mad, but I know that he's a lot saner than most people.The world thinks your uncle was a rascal, but if you can remember one good thing he did you know he wasn't, and I'm sure you can remember many good things.""It isn't that," said Maggie."It is that I seem to have done everything wrong and made every one I had to do with unhappy.""Nonsense," said Miss Toms."I'm sure if they've been unhappy it's their own fault.Isn't the evening air lovely? At times like these Iwonder that Skeaton can dare to exist.You'll come and see us one day, won't you?""I think--I don't know," said Maggie; "I may be going away."Miss Toms gave her a penetrating look.