left her. She did not notice Aunt Elizabeth, who was seated close to
the bed, nor Mr. Magnus, nor the nurse, nor the doctor. She went
forward unafraid.

"Doctor, would you mind ..." the voice went on. "Three minutes alone
with my niece ..." The doctor, a stout red-faced man, said something,
the figures, all shadowy in the dim light, withdrew.

Maggie was aware of nothing except that there was something of the
utmost urgency that she must say. She came close to the bed, found a
chair there, sat down and bent forward. There her aunt was lying, the
black hair in a dark shadow across the pillow, the face white and
sharp, and the eyes burning with a fierce far-seeing light.

They had the intense gaze of a blind man to whom sight has suddenly
been given: he cries "I see! I see!" stretching out his arms towards
the sun, the trees, the rich green fields. She turned her head and put
both her hands about Maggie's; she smiled.

Maggie said, "Oh, Aunt Anne, do you feel bad?"

"No dear. I'm in no pain at all. Now that you've come I'm quite happy.
It was my one anxiety." Her voice was very faint, so that Maggie had to
lean forward to catch the words.

"You'll have thought me unkind all this time," said Maggie, "not to
have come, but it hasn't been unkindness. Many times I've wanted, but
there seemed to be so much to do that it wasn't RIGHT to come away."

"Are you happy, dear?" Aunt Anne said in her ghostly whisper.

"Very, very happy," said Maggie, remembering what Mr. Magnus had said
to her.

Aunt Anne sighed. "Ah, that's good. It was my one worry that you
mightn't be happy. I was all wrong about you, Maggie, trying to push
you my way instead of letting you go your own. I should have waited for
God to show His direction. But I was impatient--and if you were
unhappy--" She broke off and for a moment Maggie thought that she would
speak no more. She lay there, with her eyes closed, like a waxen image.

She went on again: "I've always loved you, Maggie, from the very first,
but I was so impatient for you to come to God. I thought He would
reveal Himself and you not be ready. He did reveal Himself, but not as
I had thought. He came that night and took Mr. Warlock with Him--that
was true, Maggie, that night. All true--All true. God will show you His
way. It will be revealed to you. Heaven and its glories. God and His
dear Son ..."

She stopped again and lay with her eyes closed.

Maggie timidly, at last, said:

"Aunt Ann