sure------"

She did not need to say any more. Elijah Clifford saw happiness looking
into his eyes out of hers and he would have been very much lacking in
education if he had not then and there claimed his own.

They did not hear Mr. and Mrs. Masters approach because sand does not
echo under peoples' feet, but they heard Mr. Masters say to his wife:

"I'm sorry we left the kodak up at the house. I've been hoping and
praying for this for the last two years. And now my prayers have been
answered, I would like to have some record of the fact."

Elijah Clifford and Lucy Gray stood up side by side. They were not
embarrassed nor confused. The light of heaven seemed to shine on them
out of that Thanksgiving Day glow in the desert sky. Their happiness had
a sacred divine atmosphere about it that checked even as joyful a word
of congratulation as Mr. Masters was about to speak. Ansa had come
running down from the Mission and seeing Miss Gray and Clifford there
she had come up and put her little hands one in each of theirs.

"Ah!" cried Masters. "This is the picture we want!" while Lucy and
Elijah standing there by Ansa spoke of the years they were now to live
together in the sacred union of husband and wife, consecrated heart and
mind to the love of a neglected people, their human happiness
intensified and purified by the service they were to give as one in
answer to that which spoke to them even louder than their own earthly
love--the sound of the High Calling.

If, as is easy for the writer and reader, we agree to let a few years
slip by, as they have a way of doing whether we wish to let them or not,
we shall find ourselves again in Milton at the home of the Douglases.

It is Thanksgiving Day again and Esther seems to have even more than the
usual happy look on her face as she says to Helen:

"Isn't it remarkable that Walter coming up from the Isthmus is going to
bring Bauer with him from Berlin? The world is getting smaller every
day."

"We must learn to say 'Professor' Bauer, mother. You know Walter wrote
that he has several honorary degrees conferred on him for his
inventions. I understand he is held in high respect at all the
universities."

"He will never be anything but plain Felix Bauer to me, Helen. And I
hope his honours have not spoiled him. I don't believe they could."

Helen is silent as she sits down by the window which commands a view of
the front walk. Time has dealt generously and kindly with her.