"You grow dearer every minute," she assured them on her last night at home.

She sat between them on a little stool, holding a hand of each.

"If you don't put me out on the steps to-morrow morning with my luggage, and lock the door in my face, I know I'll never, never have the courage to go away from you.

It is really a tragedy, this wanting to be in two places at once." "Dear child," said her mother softly, while her father stroked her shining hair and wondered how he ever managed to get along without her during the long months she spent at Overton.

"We hate to give you up, Gracie," he said, "but we love you all the more for your faithfulness to your work." And that was the thought which Grace took back with her to Overton.