So the family would go on, and multiply and scatter wide, never to unite again.

And he thought he could catch glimpses, very small and far away but bright as patches of sunlight upon distant mountain tops, into the widening vista of those many lives ahead.

A wistful look crept over his face.
"In their lives too we shall be there, the dim strong figures of the past." * * * * * Deborah came into the room, and at once the whole atmosphere changed.

Her niece sprang up delightedly.
"Why, Auntie, how lovely you look!" she exclaimed.

And Roger eyed Deborah in surprise.