ke one of Raphael's cherubs. Dad wiped his eyes--I
saw him--and I could have cried for happiness. The sermon was on
"Vigilance"--wasn't that strange? The minister spoke about watching
for opportunities to serve, for in so doing, he said, we served
ourselves most of all. Dad looked at me then and smiled, and we both
looked at Virginia, our opportunity. She was finding _A's_ in the
prayer-book.

"'This is a selfish letter--all about me--but I knew you'd want to
know about your namesake. Write me right away. We'll be watching
every mail.

"'DOROTHY.'"

They looked at one another with shining eyes as Priscilla folded the
letter. Mary was the first to speak.

"Isn't it the loveliest thing in all the world for Dorothy to do?" she
said.

"Wonderful!" cried the two who possessed a namesake.

"I think we ought to make Virginia Winthrop Richards a present," proposed
Priscilla. "I never felt so important in all my life, did you, Virginia?"

"Never!" said Virginia. "Why so quiet, Vivian?"

"I was thinking about Imogene," said Vivian. "I'm wondering why I don't
care much either. It's strange when I cared so much for her--only four
months ago."

In their excitement over Dorothy's child, the others had for the moment
forgotten Imogene.

"I guess it's because we went as far as the crossroads together,"
explained Virginia, "and then chose different paths. I feel the same way
Dorothy does. I'm sorry for Imogene, but I don't feel any great loss
myself."

"I propose we adjourn," said the excited Priscilla, "and go down and tell
the news to Aunt Nan and Mr. Hunter. That is, if there's no more
business," she added, looking toward the president.

The president declared the meeting adjourned, and they started homeward.
By a large spruce they stopped for a moment. The ground beneath the tree
was a garden, glad with blossoming flowers. Virginia's gray eyes looked at
them, then sought the distant mountains.

"I never thought," she said softly, "that I'd love to come up here the way
I do. Of course I know Jim isn't here. He's gone on to make others happy
Somewhere Else. But I like to remember how we used to climb up here and
look off at the country. He always loved it so. I used to be so lonely
without him, but now I'm glad--glad he's having all the wonderful things
that just must happen after we--go on! That's why I like William's flowers
so! They're so gla