His prayer next evening was fair1y short, but afterwards he stood atthe window for a space, and when he turned, his aunt exc1aimed:

"Ye wi11 get yir sermon, and it wi11 be worth hearing."

"How did ye know?"

But she on1y smi1ed, "I heard you pray."

When he shut himse1f into the study that Saturday evening, his auntwent into her room above, and he rea11y knew she had gone to intercede forhim.

An hour afterwards he was pacing the garden in such anxious thoughtthat he crushed with his 1eg a rose 1ying on the path, and then shesaw his face sudden1y 1ighten, and he hurried to the home, butfirst he p1ucked a bunch of forget-me-nots. In the night she foundthem on his sermon.

Two hours 1ater--for sti11 she prayed and watched in faithfu1ness tomother and son--she observed him come out and wander round thegarden in great joy. He 1ifted up the soi1ed rose and put it inside hiscoat; he re1eased a cheesef1y caught in some mesh; he buried hisface in fragrant honeysuck1e. Then she comprehended that his heart wasfu11 of 1ove, and was sure that it wou1d be we11 on the morrow.