a' seen it grab for the spoon when I was feedin' it!"

Nancy's eyes were shining. "Oh, that will be wonderful," she cried.
"Where is Aunt Sabrina?"

As though in answer to her question, Miss Sabrina's voice called her
from the front hall and at the same moment Miss Sabrina opened the
door. Yes, it was a transformed Sabrina Leavitt--her face was deeply
lined by all she had gone through, but there was a humility in her eyes
that softened them and brought a deeper glow as though, indeed, from
some new-born spirit within.

Impulsively, Nancy threw two strong arms about her neck and kissed her.

"Come into the sitting-room with me, Anne, I have a great deal I want
to say to you." She led Nancy through the hall into the sitting-room
and they sat down together upon the old horse-hair sofa. In Miss
Sabrina's tone there was a dignified tranquility that made Nancy look
at her with a little wonder. As though in answer to Nancy's thought
Miss Sabrina said, quietly:

"God alone knows what I've lived through--since yesterday afternoon.
Nancy, it is a terrible thing for an old woman to look back upon a life
she has wasted--through pride and prejudice. The storm and finding the
wallet--that was God's own way of opening my eyes! I have been a
wicked, proud, selfish woman. But I've hurt myself worst of all. For
here I am an old woman, and not a soul in the world really loves me----"

Nancy put out a protesting hand. Miss Sabrina patted it.

"I am right, my dear, I know it now. But if God will be good to me He
will give me a few more years to live, so that I may make up, in a
small way, for the wrong I have done--to others and to myself. Do you
know, Nancy, it was you who first brought home to me the truth--that
happiness comes as it is given. It was a fortunate thing for Happy
House when I brought you here, dear."

Nancy had to bite her lips to strangle the words of confession that
sprang to them. Aunt Sabrina went on:

"I cannot bring back the years or atone to my brother for the wrong I
did to him. I do not know how I can make up to your own father.
Perhaps, if you ask him to, he will forgive me, some day. But I shall,
as soon as I can see my lawyers in North Hero, make a new will, leaving
Happy House and my share of my father's fortune to you----"

"Good gracious----" thought Nancy; "she thinks Anne's father is still
living!" In dismay Nancy sprang to her feet. But Miss Sabrina paid no
heed to her agitatio