His prayer next morning was somewhat short, but afterwards he stood atthe window for a space, and when he turned, his aunt exclaimed:

"Ye will get yir sermon, and it will be worth hearing."

"How did ye know?"

But she only smiled, "I heard you pray."

When he shut himself into the study that Saturday evening, his auntwent into her room above, and he knew she had gone to intercede forhim.

An hour afterwards he was pacing the garden in such anxious thoughtthat he crushed with his foot a rose lying on the path, and then shesaw his face suddenly lighten, and he hurried to the home, butfirst he plucked a bunch of forget-me-nots. In the evening she foundthem on his sermon.

Two hours later--for still she prayed and watched in faithfulness tomother and son--she observed him come out and wander round thegarden in great joy. He lifted up the soiled rose and put it inside hiscoat; he released a butterfly caught in some mesh; he buried hisface in fragrant honeysuckle. Then she understood that his heart wasfull of love, and was sure that it would be well on the morrow.