eal life is just beginning for you."

Then they went home and prepared a good supper and had such a fine time
they were exalted in heart and spirit. When Nancy Ellen started home,
Kate took the baby and climbed in the car with her, explaining that
they would go a short way and walk back. She went only as far as the
Peters gate; then she bravely walked up to the porch, where Mr. Peters
and some of the boys sat, and said casually: "I just thought I'd bring
Little Poll up to get acquainted with her folks. Isn't she a dear?"

An hour later, as she walked back in the moonlight, Henry beside her
carrying the baby, he said to her: "This is a mighty big thing, and a
kind thing for you to do, Mrs. Holt. Mother has been saying scandalous
things about you."

"I know," said Kate. "But never mind! She won't any more."

The remainder of the week she passed in the same uplifted mental state.
She carried the baby in her arms and walked all over the farm, going
often to the cemetery with fresh flowers. Sunday morning, when the
work was all done, the baby dressed her prettiest, Kate slipped into
one of her fresh white dresses and gathering a big bunch of flowers
started again to whisper above the graves of her mother and Polly the
story of her gladness, and to freshen the flowers, so that the people
coming from church would see that her family were remembered. When she
had finished she arose, took up the baby, and started to return across
the cemetery, going behind the church, taking the path she had
travelled the day she followed the minister's admonition to "take the
wings of morning." She thought of that. She stood very still,
thinking deeply.

"I took them," she said. "I've tried flight after flight; and I've
fallen, and risen, and fallen, and got up and tried again, but never
until now have I felt that I could really 'fly to the uttermost parts
of the earth.' There is a rising power in me that should benefit more
than myself. I guess I'll just join in."

She walked into the church as the last word of the song the
congregation were singing was finished, and the minister was opening
his lips to say: "Let us pray." Straight down the aisle came Kate,
her bare, gold head crowned with a flash of light at each window she
passed. She paused at the altar, directly facing the minister.

"Baby and I would like the privilege of praising the Lord with you,"
she said simply, "and we would like to do our share in keeping u