eo had sought
her usual consolation, and was sitting leaning her cheek against the
stone that told the last chapter in the life-history of the gentle
mother who had risen at the Master's call to go up higher. And as she
so sat, a peace, born of the surrounding silence, brooded down over her
troubled soul. Her anger at the boys' mutiny died out. Somehow, among
the silent sleepers round about her, it seemed small and paltry to fume
over the wranglings of the schoolroom. The wind that stole up from the
bay dried the tears on Theo's cheek. New resolves stirred her heart.
She would pluck up courage and try, once again, to move Alick's
stubborn will. Not that she had much hope of inducing him to apologise
to his justly offended tutor. She knew that Philip Price had created
an insurmountable rock in the path of reconciliation by his insistence
on such a thing.

'I don't blame him, of course not,' she said half aloud. 'It's due to
him that the boys should apologise. Dear old Geoff is already willing
to do it; but Alick never will!'

'Who is you talking to, Theo?' A sweet, shrill voice made Theo jump,
and turn quickly.

'Queenie! Oh, my deary, how did you know where to find me?' she cried
in her surprise.

'Oh, I could find you nowhere, Theo. I asked everybody, even father.
Then I knewed you must have gone to see mother, and so I comed too.'
Queenie, armed as usual with a couple of dolls, proceeded to seat
herself and them on the other side of the green mound. 'Tell me about
mother an' me, Theo, when I was a very little girl, will you?' she
soberly begged, when she had established herself and her infants to her
satisfaction.

In this little one there was an utter lack of dread of death. Nobody
had filled her childish mind with vague fears of the unknown life
beyond. Her simple faith was that unlimited trustful belief that our
Lord alluded to when He said, 'Except ye be converted and become as
little children, ye shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.'

The mother whom Queenie only knew by hearsay had gone home first--gone
to Paradise beyond the blue skies. Theo said so. This dear mother
would be waiting, with wistful welcomes, for each one of her dear ones
when they, too, went to that other far-off home. Theo said so.
Queenie, therefore, came, with happy, childish trust, to her mother's
quiet resting-place much as she would have trotted into that mother's
room, had God not called His meek servant away o