His fingers returned the pressure of the little missioner's hands.

Then he pointed out through the window to the panorama of shimmering river and green forests.
"It is hard to say good-by to all that, Father," he said.

"But, if you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about it.

I'm not afraid of it.

And why be unhappy because one has only a little while to live?
Looking back over your life, does it seem so very long ago that you were a boy, a small boy ?" "The time has gone swiftly, very swiftly." "It seems only yesterday--or so ?" "Yes, only yesterday--or so." Kent's face lit up with the whimsical smile that long ago had reached the little missioner's heart.