“Yes, I have frequently thought that the Ms of every human life was like a Peruvian Quippo, a mass of many colored cords or threads, tied and knotted by unseen, and, possibly, angel hands.  Here, my dear, put these violets in water, they are withering.  By the way, Edna, I am glad to find that in your writings you attach so much importance to the ministry of flowers, and that you call the attention of your readers to the beautiful arguments which they furnish in favor of the Christian philosophy of a divine design in nature.  Truly,

  ‘Your voiceless lips, O flowers’ are living preachers,
    Each cup a pulpit, and each leaf a book,
   Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers
    From lowliest nook’”

At this moment the door-bell rang, and soon after the servant brought in a telegraphic dispatch, addressed to Mr. Hammond.

It was from Gordon Leigh, announcing his arrival in New York, and stating that he and Gertrude would reach the parsonage some time during the ensuing week.

Edna went into the kitchen to superintend the preparation of the minister’s supper; and when she returned and placed the waiter on the table near his chair, she told him that she must go back to New York immediately after the arrival of Gordon and Gertrude, as her services would no longer be required at the parsonage and her pupils needed her.

Two days passed without any further allusion to a subject which was evidently uppermost in Mr. Hammond’s mind.

On the morning of the third, Mrs. Murray said, as she rose to conclude her visit, “You are so much better, sir, that I must claim Edna for a day at least.  She has not yet been to Le Bocage; and as she goes away so soon, I want to take her home with me this morning.  Clara Inge promised me that she would stay with you until evening.  Edna, get your bonnet.  I shall be entirely alone to-day, for St. Elmo has carried Huldah to the plantation, and they will not get home until late.  So, my dear, we shall have the house all to ourselves.”

The orphan could not deny herself the happiness offered she knew that she ought not to go, but for once her strength failed her, she yielded to the temptation.

During the drive Mrs. Murray talked cheerfully of various things, and for the first time laid aside entirely the haughty constraint which had distinguished her manner since they travelled south from New York.

They entered the avenue, and Edna gave herself up to the rushing recollections which were so mournfully sweet.  As they went into the house, and the servants hurried forward to welcome her, she could not repress her tears.  She felt that this was her home, her heart’s home; and as numerous familiar objects met her eyes, Mrs. Murray saw that she was almost overpowered by her emotions.

“I wonder if there is any other place on earth half so beautiful!” murmured the governess several hours later, as they sat looking out over the lawn, where the deer and sheep were browsing.