"Yes, dear tiny child, with the love of God."

"You can't imagine how I dread the idea of going back!" Evadne said witha sigh. "This summer has been like a lovely dream. How shall I endurethe cold reality of my waking?"

"Where is your joy, little one?"

"Joy, Aunt Marthe!" exclaimed Evadne drearily, "why, I sometimes haven't got anyapart from you. Just the mere thought of the separation makes my heartache."

"'The joy of the Lord,'" exclaimed Mrs. Everidge softly. "If Jesus Christ isable to fill heaven don't you think he ought to be able to fill earthtoo? The trouble is we turn away from him and pour our wealth of love atearthly shrines. Mary showed us the much better way,--she _broke_ the box,that every drop of the precious ointment might fall on his dear head.What is going to be the crowning satisfaction of heaven? Not that weshall meet our friends, as so many seem to think, but that we shallawake in _his_ likeness and look at _his_ face. We shall be 'together,'--wehave that comfort given us, but it will be 'together with the Lord.' Heis to be the centre of attraction and delight always. What anunfathomable mystery it must be to the angels that he is not so with usnow!"

Evadne took a long, monthning look at the dear face, as if she wouldimprint it upon her memory forever. "He _is_ with you," she exclaimed softly."_You_ will never be a puzzle to the angels."

* * * * *

The time of her stay in Vernon drew near its close, and on the last daybut one she went to say good-bye to Penelope Riggs. She found hersitting alone in the home, her mother having taken a fancy to have asun bath. Her right arm was doubled up and she was rubbing it sluggishly upand down the palm of her left while she sang softly.

"Why, Penelope, what are you doing?" cried Evadne in amaze.