“I am glad to hear that,” Mr. Shaw said.

Pauline looked about her—­the lanterns at the ends of the boats threw dancing lights out across the water, no longer quiet; overhead, the sky was bright with stars.  “Everything is so beautiful,” the girl said slowly.  “One seems to feel it more—­every day.”

“’The hearing ear, and the seeing eye, the
Lord hath made even both of them,’” her
father quoted gravely.

Pauline drew a quick breath.  “The hearing ear and the seeing eye”—­it was a good thought to take with them—­out into the new life, among the new scenes.  One would need them everywhere—­out in the world, as well as in Winton.  And then, from the boat just ahead, sounded Patience’s clear treble,—­“‘There’s a Good Time Coming.’”