CHAPTER XIII.
JUDY TO THE RESCUE.
Brian was working in the garden.

It was early in the afternoon, and the man, as he worked in the freshly ploughed ground, was rejoicing at the completion of his book.
Straightening up from his labor, he drew a deep breath of the fragrant air.

About him on every side, and far away into the blue distance, the world was dressed in the gala dress of the season.

The river, which at the breaking of the winter had been a yellow flood that washed the top of the bank in front of the house and covered the bottom-lands on the opposite side, was again its normal self, and its voice to him, now, was a singing voice of triumphal gladness.
For Brian, too, the world was new, and fresh, and beautiful.

The world of his winter was gone.