He could see the stone lion and the vase of scarlet geraniums.

He could locate the exact spot where she was sitting when he-- Then he dropped upon his knees beside the window and looked up into the starry sky.
Garth's mother had lived long enough to teach him the holy secret of her sweet patience and endurance.

In moments of deep feeling, words from his mother's Bible came to his lips more readily than expressions of his own thought.

Now, looking upward, he repeated softly and reverently: "'Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.' And oh, Father," he added, "keep us in the light--she and I.May there be in us, as there is in Thee, no variableness, neither shadow which is cast by turning." Then he rose to his feet and looked across once more to the stone lion and the broad coping.

His soul sang within him, and he folded his arms across his chest.