But Miss Cassie hadn't had any shame, nor any resentment. Many of those kids learned to play the fiddle right there on Cassie's porch. Aunt Cassie had gone away, and years later, had come back. She knew there was goodness and evil in hearts anywhere. She knew the power of music to draw people into knowledge of their real kinship. She knew it was good to see other places, and just as good to have a sense of place. And she forgave, but never forgot, what it was like to be a 'woods colt'up these hollers, to be forever an outsider.