When she came to the end of one life it must not be to face the next with the shrinking terror of something wholly different--something for which accustomed thought and ideal and aspiration had unfitted her.

The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.
That good night in the garden was for all time.

Anne never saw Ruby in life again.

The next night the A.V.I.S.

gave a farewell party to Jane Andrews before her departure for the West.