Kate's mother warmly for she had shown him a
mother's kindness ever since he had come to the city, and they were
great friends, and then he turned to Mrs. Murray, who was standing
waiting for him, and gave her both his hands.

"I knew from Kate's letter," he said, "that it would be you, and I
cannot tell you how glad I am." His voice grew a little unsteady and he
could say no more. Mrs. Murray stood holding his hands and looking into
his face.

"It cannot be possible," she said, "that this is Ranald Macdonald! How
changed you are!" She pushed him a little back from her. "Let me look at
you; why, I must say it, you are really handsome!"

"Now, auntie," cried Harry, reprovingly, "don't flatter him. He is
utterly ruined now by every one, including both Kate and her mother."

"But really, Harry," continued Mrs. Murray, in a voice of delighted
surprise, "it is certainly wonderful; and I am so glad! And I have been
hearing about your work with the boys at the Institute, and I cannot
tell you the joy it gave me."

"Oh, it is not much that I have done," said Ranald, deprecatingly.

"Indeed, it is a noble work and worthy of any man," said Mrs. Murray,
earnestly, "and I thank God for you."

"Then," said Ranald, firmly, "I owe it all to yourself, for it is you
that set me on this way."

"Listen to them admiring each other! It is quite shameless," said Harry.

Then they began talking about Glengarry, of the old familiar places, of
the woods and the fields, of the boys and girls now growing into men and
women, and of the old people, some of whom were passed away. Before long
they were talking of the church and all the varied interests centering
in it, but soon they went back to the theme that Glengarry people
everywhere are never long together without discussing--the great
revival. Harry had heard a good deal about it before, but to Kate
and her mother the story was mostly new, and they listened with eager
interest as Mrs. Murray and Ranald recalled those great days. With eyes
shining, and in tones of humble, grateful wonder they reminded each
other of the various incidents, the terrors, the struggles, the joyful
surprises, the mysterious powers with which they were so familiar during
those eighteen months. Then Mrs. Murray told of the permanent results;
how over three counties the influence of the movement was still felt,
and how whole congregations had been built up under its wonderful power.

"And did you hear," she sa