I don't think I should want to, now." "Joy," said Peace after a silence, "I think--I guess, you must help your father a little.

If he sees you doing right, perhaps,--he loves you so very much,--perhaps by-and-by he will feel differently." Joy made no answer.

Her eyes looked off dreamily through the window; her thoughts wandered away from Peace and the quiet room--away into her future, which the young girl seemed to see just then, with grave, prophetic glance; a future of difficulty, struggle, temptation; of old habits and old teachings to be battled with; of new ones to be formed; of much to learn and unlearn, and try, and try again; but perhaps--she still seemed to see with the young girl's earnest eyes that for the moment had quite outgrown the child--a future faithfully lived and well; not frittered away in beautiful playing only, but _filled up with something_; more than that, a future which should be a long thank-offering to God for this great mercy He had shown her, this great blessing He had given her back from the grave; a future in which, perhaps, they two who were so dear to each other, should seek Him together--a future that he could bless to them both.
Peace quite understood the look with which she turned at last, half sobbing, to kiss her good-bye.
"I _must_ go,--it is very late.

Thank you, Peace.

Thank you as long as I live." She looked back in closing the door, to see the quiet face that lay so patiently on the pillow, to see the stillness of the folded hands, to see the last, rare smile.
She wondered, half guessing the truth, if she should ever see it again.
She never did.
They were all wondering what had become of her, when she came into the house.
"We start in half an hour, Joyce, my dear," said her father, catching her up in his arms for a kiss;--he almost always kissed her now when she had been fifteen minutes out of his sight,--"We start in half an hour, and you won't have any more than time to eat your lunch." Mrs.Breynton had spread one of her very very best lunches on the dining-room table, and Joy's chair was ready and waiting for her, and everybody stood around, in that way people will stand, when a guest is going away, not knowing exactly what to do or what to say, but looking very sober.