Mrs. Blake stopped only for want of breath.

“And are you as happy now as you were that night?”

“Everybit; and so is Dan’el.  It’s something that stays with one; and the longer you have it, and the more you have, the better content you are.  The night I got converted, when we come home from meeting, Dan’el sot talking more’n he usually does; for he’s a powerful still man, and, at last, he says:  ’If Marget had only lived till now, she might have got the blessing too;’ and then he burst right out crying.  But he’s never mentioned her sence, only last night, in meeting, he said, if we had friends in the other world that we weren’t sure were in glory, we mustn’t let that keep us sorrowful, but jest work all the harder for them that was still in the world.  I didn’t think Dan’el could be so changed.  I heard him try to sing this morning; but, dear, his singing is something ter’ble.  He has no more ear than a cow.  Maybe the Lord turns it into good singing—­he looks at the heart, and perhaps it sounds better up among the angels than them great singers does that gets a forten for one night’s singing.”

“I am sure it does,” I said, emphatically.  “He will make splendid music by-and-by, when he stands with the Heavenly choir.”

“I reckon he’ll most stop then to hear his own voice, for he does dote so on singing, and feels so bad that he can’t do better.”

“Singing and making melody in your hearts.  You can do that now, Mrs. Blake, and with God’s help, I hope to be able to do the same.”

“What! have you been thinking of these things too, Miss Selwyn?”

“Yes.  For a good while I have been struggling with a burden of sin that sometimes nearly crushed me; but it is gone now.  Last night the joy of pardon came just like a flash of light into my heart.”

“Thank the Lord for that.  There’s been some praying very earnest for you.  They’ll be glad their prayers are answered.”

“I can never repay what some of you people out here have done for me.”

“Well, dear, you’ve done for us.  The minister said, ’under God we were indebted to Mr. Bowen for this revival, and there’s already nigh unto fifty converted.’  He couldn’t have come to the meetings if you hadn’t clothed him; and now, you’ve done still more, and got him his eyesight, he’s twice as useful.  ’Twould have done you good to see him in meeting the first Sunday after he come back.  He’d look up at the pulpit, and then he’d look at the people; and it seemed as if he could hardly sense where he was—­he was that glad and happy.  The preacher said, in the evening, we’d have a praise meeting after the sermon; and sure enough we had; for when Mr. Bowen got talking about what the Lord had done for him, and what he had been to him in sorrow and blindness, before I knew it, I was crying like a baby—­me that had my eyesight, and health—­and never thanked the Lord for them.  When I got my eyes wiped I took a look around, and there sot Dan’el a blowing his nose, and mopping his face, as if it was a sweltering day in August; and then when I looked further, there was nothing much to be seen but pocket-handkerchiefs.  That was the beginning of the revival; and if you hadn’t got Mr. Bowen out to meeting, there mightn’t have been any.  So, after the Lord, I lay it all to you.”