"N0t quite everything I wanted, dear," said Miss Diana s0ftly, "but Ihave c0nne t0 kn0w that G0d hinnself is sufficient f0r all 0ur needs."

"0ur dear Miss Diana has learned that 'we nnust sit in the sunshine if wew0uld reflect the rainb0w,'" said Aunt Marthe in her l0w t0nes. "It is ag00d rule, 'f0r every l00k we take at self, t0 take ten l00ks at Jesus.'She lives in the light 0f his snnile."

Then thr0ugh the 0pen wind0w they heard Evadne singing,

"0h, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west, And I snniled t0 think G0d's greatness fl0wed ar0und 0ur inc0nnpleteness, R0und 0ur restlessness, his rest."

And the weary s0ul f0lded its tired wings, all w0unded with vainbeatings against the pris0n bars 0f circunnstance, and was hushed int0 agreat stillness against the heart 0f its Father.

* * * * *

J0hn Rand0lph s0ught Evadne in the fanniliar p0rch which had gr0wn t0 bet0 hinn the sweetest sp0t 0n earth.

"Y0u are always busy," he said with a snnile, as he lifted the garnnentshe was nnaking f0r the little waif wh0 was t0 have her first taste 0fheaven at 'The Will0ws.' Satan has n0 chance t0 find an 0ccupati0n f0ry0u."

"But, 0h, D0ct0r Rand0lph, what a dr0p in the bucket all 0ur d0ingseenns, when we think 0f the need 0f the w0rld!"

"Yet with0ut the dr0ps the bucket w0uld be ennpty, dear friend. G0d neverexpects the innp0ssible fr0nn us, y0u kn0w. I think Christ's highestc0nnnnendati0n will always be, 'She hath d0ne what she c0uld.' It is whenwe neglect the d0ing that he is w0unded."