There was no trouble in Linnet's face, only an accepted sorrow.
"Marjorie, will you read to us?" coaxed Prue. "Don't you know how you
used to read in Maple Street?"
"What do you feel like listening to?"
"Your voice," said Prue, demurely.
XXXI.
AND WHAT ELSE?
"What is the highest secret of victory and peace?
To will what God wills."--_W.R. Alger_.
And now what further remains to be told?
Would you like to see Marjorie in her new home, with Linnet's chimneys
across the fields? Would you like to know about Hollis' success as a
Christian and a Christian citizen in his native town? Would you like to
see the proud, indulgent grandmothers the day baby Will takes his
first steps? For Aunt Linnet named him, and the grandfather declares "she
loves him better than his mother, if anything!"
One day dear Grandma West came to see the baby, and bring him some
scarlet stockings of her own knitting; she looked pale and did not feel
well, and Marjorie persuaded her to remain all night.
In the morning Baby went into her chamber to awaken her with a kiss; but
her lips were cold, and she would not open her eyes. She had gone home,
as she always wanted to go, in her sleep.
That summer Mrs. Kemlo received a letter from her elder daughter; she was
ill and helpless; she wanted her mother, and the children wanted her.
"They _need_ me now," she said to Marjorie, with a quiver of the lip,
"and nobody else seems to. When one door is shut another door is opened.
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