They walked with me to the top of the hill, and there we stopped and looked back.

We could see the cottage half hidden among the trees, and the little opening that the precious garden made.

For a time we stood there quite silent.
"Do you remember," I said presently, "that character in Homer who was a friend of men and lived in a house by the side of the road?
I shall always think of you as friends of men--you took in a dusty traveller.
And I shall never forget your house by the side of the road." "The House by the Side of the Road--you have christened it anew, David Grayson," exclaimed Mrs.Vedder.
And so we parted like old friends, and I left them to return to their garden, where "'tis very sure God walks.".