After a long while he lifted his head.
"Yes; I will wait; I will wait.

But not long; do not let it be very long, Jesus King.

I want you; oh, I want you--soon, soon!" He sat still, staring across the plain with his tearful eyes.
Service No.

II.
In the front room of the farmhouse sat Tant Sannie in her elbow-chair.
In her hand was her great brass-clasped hymn-book, round her neck was a clean white handkerchief, under her feet was a wooden stove.

There too sat Em and Lyndall, in clean pinafores and new shoes.