With little tremblings of all her slender body she rocked to and fro on her knees.
The yearning wistfulness of her eyes changed to solemn splendor of joy.
She believed.

She was realizing happiness.

And as the process of thought was slow, so were the variations of her expression.

Her eyes reflected the transformation of her soul.

Dark, brooding, hopeless belief--clouds of gloom--drifted, paled, vanished in glorious light.