They learned to look upon him as a friend, to seek his sympathy and help.

In time they learnt to love him.
Two years passed, and a son was born.

The village people crowded upon him with congratulations, and mothers of wide experience praised the boy till Mrs.Conneally's heart swelled in her with pride.

He was christened Hyacinth, after a great pioneer and leader of the mission work.

The naming was Mr.Conneally's act of contrition for the forsaking of his enthusiasm, his recognition of the value of a zeal which had not flagged.