As the train carried her northward through the rugged Scottish hills, Cleo MacAlvey grew more and more apprehensive. Had she recovered from her love for Neil Garvine, the tall lean Scot, Laird and master of Larrich? Had America changed her? Could she resume her old place, or would she, after three years' absence, be left helpless and unwelcome among the scenes of her childhood? But when Strogue lay in a white bundle about the harbor far below her, and when the door of Kilchro, ancestral home of the MacAlveys swung open, Cleo knew she was home.