I knew you were there.

Isn't it queer how we do--know without knowing?
My father used to talk about people being 'called.' Called to the ministry--called to the missionary field--called to heaven.

Well maybe you're called to other things, too.

Maybe," said Ann with a laugh which sobbed, "you're even 'called' to Chicago." The laugh died and the sob lingered.

"Only when you get there--Chicago doesn't seem to know that it had called you.
"My Something Somewhere was always something I never could catch up with.