She did not pray; she hardly lifted her thoughts.

She was excessively weary.

Why she knelt she did not know; but on her knees she thought over the occurrences of the evening.

Her hungry soul was full--full of hopes, plans, purposes.

She had found something to love.
What is that angel's name who, shut away from ten thousand selfish, sinful lives, stands always ready, when the bearers of those lives are tired of them, and are longing for something better, to open the door into a new realm?
What patience and persistence are his! Always waiting, always prepared, cherishing no resentments, willing to lead, anxious to welcome, who is he, and whence came he?
If Mrs.Dillingham did not pray, she had a vision of this heavenly visitant, and kissed the hem of his garments.
She rose and walked to her dressing-table.