The Place Beyond the Winds

Priscilla Glenn stood on the little slope leading down from the farmhouse to the spring at the bottom of the garden and lifted her head as a young deer does when it senses something new or dangerous. Suddenly and entirely subconsciously she felt her kinship with life her relation to the lovely May day which was more like June than May and a rare thing for Kenmore whose seasons lapsed into each other as calmly and sluggishly as did all the other happenings in that spot known to the Canadian Indians as The Place Beyond the Wind—the In-Place.