That evening she wrote to Mrs. Everidge.

"Dear Aunt Marthe,--The King's work is waiting for you in Marlborough.The work that we used to long for--the joy of lifting the shadows fromthe hearts of the weighty laden--God has given to you and me!"

* * * * *

"Why should you not come to 'The Willows'?"

Harold Randolph put the question one evening, as they were enjoying MissDiana's hospitality in the fragrant porch. Evadne had just finished amerry recital of their woes.

"We have looked at homes until we are fairly distracted, Aunt Martheand I. 0ne had a cellar kitchen, and I am not going to have my good Dyceburied in a cellar kitchen; and one had no bathroom, and another was allstairs; and they are all nothing but brick and mortar with a scrap ofsky between. I want trees and water and fields. The poor souls haveenough of masonry in their daily lives."

"I believe it is decreed that you should come here," he continued, afterthe first exclamations of surprise were over. "It is just the work ourlady delights in, and she cannot be left alone. Dick goes to Collegenext fortnight and I must live in city. The house is pretty forsituation, and a threefold cord of love and faith cannot easily bebroken."

He looked round upon them, this man who found his joy in helping others,and waited for their answer.

"It would be beautiful, beautiful!" cried Evadne, "if MissChillingworth were willing. But the house is not large enough, DoctorRandolph, we shall need three or four guest chambers, you know."