And there was such stillness! When we drew our three chairs in a little group together and looked out on it all, I felt as if we were almost in heaven.
"Yes! yes!" Hector said, looking slowly--round; "it is all here." "Yes," his mother added, in her lovely, lovely voice.

"It is what made you Ysobel." It was so angelic of them to feel it all in that deep, quiet way, and to think that it was part of me and I a part of it.

The climbing moon was trembling with beauty.

Tender evening airs quivered in the heather and fern, and the late birds called like spirits.
Ever since the night when Mrs.MacNairn had held me in her arms under the apple-tree while the nightingale sang I had felt toward her son as if he were an archangel walking on the earth.

Perhaps my thoughts were exaggerated, but it seemed so marvelous that he should be moving among us, doing his work, seeing and talking to his friends, and yet that he should know that at any moment the great change might come and he might awaken somewhere else, in quite another place.