"And what becomes of you, Nan?" he asked,
watching the patient eyes that smiled when
others would have wept.
"I shall stay in the dear old house; for no other
place would seem like home to me. I shall find
some little child to love and care for, and be quite
happy till the girls come back and want me."
John nodded wisely, as he listened, and went
away prophesying within himself,--
"She shall find something more than a child to
love; and, God willing, shall be very happy till
the girls come home and--cannot have her."
Nan's plan was carried into effect. Slowly the
divided waters closed again, and the three fell
back into their old life. But the touch of sorrow
drew them closer; and, though invisible, a beloved
presence still moved among them, a familiar voice
still spoke to them in the silence of their softened
hearts. Thus the soil was made ready, and in the
depth of winter the good seed was sown, was
watered with many tears, and soon sprang up
green with a promise of a harvest for their after
years.
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