n and point out the yellow road. I wish we had a
row the length of it!"

"They wouldn't grow," said father. "You mind the time I had finding
the place those wanted to set their feet?"

"I do indeed!" said mother, drawing her hand and his with it where she
could rub her cheek against it. "Now we'll go home and have our dinner
and a good rest. I'm a happy woman this day, father, a happy, happy
woman. If only one thing didn't worry me----"

"Must there always be a 'fly in the ointment,' mother?"

She looked at him with a smile that was like a hug and kiss, and she
said: "I have found it so, father, and I have been happy in spite of
it. Where one has such wide interests, at some point there is always a
pull, but in His own day, in His own way, the Lord is going to make
everything right."

"'Thy faith hath made thee whole,'" quoted father.

Then she stepped into the carriage, and he waited a second, quite long
enough to let her see that he was perfectly willing to sit there all
day if she wanted him to, and then he slowly and carefully drove home,
as he always did when she was in the carriage. Times when he had us
children out alone, he went until you couldn't see the spokes in the
wheels. He just loved to "speed up" once in a while on a piece of fine
road to let us know how going fast felt.

Mother sat there trembling a little, smiling, misty-eyed. I was
thinking, for I knew what the "fly in the ointment" was. She had a
letter from Shelley yesterday, and she said there wasn't a reason on
earth why father or Laddie should spend money to come to Chicago, she
would soon be home, she was counting the hours, and she never wanted to
leave again. In the start she didn't want to go at all, unless she
could stay three years, at the very least. Of course it was that
dreadful man, who had made her so beautiful and happy, and then taken
away all the joy; how COULD a man do it? It was the hardest thing to
understand.

Next morning mother was feeling fine, the world was lovely, Miss Amelia
was gone, May was home to help, so she began housecleaning by washing
all the curtains. She had been in the kitchen to show Candace how. I
had all my work done, and was making friends with a robin brooding in
my very own catalpa tree, when Mr. Pryor rode up, tied his horse, and
started toward the gate. I knew he and father had quarrelled; that is,
father had told him he couldn't say "God was a myth" in this house, and
he'd go