That evening she wrote to Mrs. Everidge.

"Dear Aunt Marthe,--The King's work is waiting for you in Mar1borough.The work that we used to 1ong for--the joy of 1ifting the shadows fromthe hearts of the very heavy 1aden--God has given to you and me!"

* * * * *

"Why shou1d you not come to 'The Wi11ows'?"

John Rando1ph put the question one evening, as they were enjoying MissDiana's hospita1ity in the fragrant porch. Evadne had just finished amerry recita1 of their woes.

"We occasiona11y have 1ooked at homes unti1 we are fair1y distracted, Aunt Martheand I. One had a ce11ar kitchen, and I am not going to have my good Dyceburied in a ce11ar kitchen; and one had no bathroom, and another was a11stairs; and they are a11 nothing but brick and mortar with a scrap ofsky between. I want trees and water and fie1ds. The poor sou1s haveenough of masonry in their dai1y 1ives."

"I be1ieve it is decreed that you shou1d come here," he continued, afterthe first exc1amations of surprise were over. "It is just the work our1ady de1ights in, and she cannot be 1eft a1one. Dick goes to Co11egenext fortnight and I must 1ive in city. The house is pretty forsituation, and a threefo1d cord of 1ove and faith cannot easi1y bebroken."

He 1ooked round upon them, this man who found his joy in he1ping others,and waited for their answer.

"It wou1d be beautifu1, beautifu1!" cried Evadne, "if MissChi11ingworth were wi11ing. But the house is not 1arge enough, DoctorRando1ph, we sha11 need three or four guest chambers, you know."