loosened peeling,
and finish the whistle. When I blew it, they laughed. I handed it to the
boy, who timidly put it to his lips. They sat down by me, and I made a
whistle for the girl, then a third, bigger one, which I stuck into the
boy's pocket, telling him to take it home. You ought to have seen the
changed expression on those two dirty faces when they left me, blowing
happily on their willow whistles.

I was lonesome no longer. What a little thing will bring joy into a
dreary life!

Love to all with heaping measures for you, from

Yours as ever,

CHESTER.

CHAPTER XIV.

A week of comparative quiet brought little change for the better to
Lucy, so it was decided that they would by easy stages, get back to
London, thence to Cork and Kildare Villa. Lucy kept Chester informed of
their doings, saying as little as possible about her health. As she did
not wish to deprive him of the full enjoyment of his visit to
Switzerland, she did not send him word of their intentions, until they
were ready to leave. They would go by way of Calais and Dover, the
short-water route, she wrote him.

When Chester received this information he hastily cut short his sight
seeing, and started for London by way of Rotterdam. The long ride alone
was somewhat tiresome, and he was glad to meet again some of the elders
in the land of canals and windmills.

Just before the train rolled into Rotterdam, Chester thought of Glen
Curtis. It came to him as a distinct shock when he realized that he had
entirely forgotten to enquire about Glen on his former visit. "Well,"
said he to himself, "so easily do our interests change from one person
to another." But now he must find his old friend. He could freely talk
to him now even about Julia Elston.

Chester learned from the elder in charge at the office, that Elder
Curtis was released to return home in a few days. He would be in
Rotterdam shortly. When? In a few days. But Chester could not wait that
long, so he took train to the city where Glen was laboring, and found
him making his farewell rounds.

"Well of all things," exclaimed the elder, as Chester took him firmly by
the hand.

"I'm the last person on earth you expected to see here in Dutchland, I
suppose?"

"You certainly are. And what are you doing here?"

Chester told him as they walked arm in arm along the quiet streets of
the town.

"And now you're going home. We'll go together," exclaimed Glen.

"I wish we could," said Ch