I don't know how to explain it, but everything shouted at me to get up and shake myself together, and on the almanac in Father's room I read a thing that seemed to be a sort of message from him." "Did you?
What was it ?" "'We count it death to falter, not to die.' It was under to-day's date, and it was the first thing I saw when I went to the desk where Father used to sit, and it was his voice that read it to me.

It was very wonderful and queer.

It sort of made me ashamed of the way I was taking it, and I went out to begin again,--that's how it seemed to me,--and I woke everybody up and set things going and saw that the horses were all right, and then I climbed over the wall, and as I walked away, out again for the first time after all those bad weeks, I wanted to find some one young to talk to.

I don't know how it was, but I went straight up the hill and wasn't a bit surprised when I saw you standing there." "That's funny," said Joan.
"Funny--how ?" "I don't know.

But if you hadn't found me after the feeling that came to me at lunch--" "Well ?" "Well, I'm sure I should have turned bitter and never believed any more in fairies and all that.