for her, forgot all her nervous fear, and
with hands outstretched, cried out in welcome:

"Oh, I'm so glad! You've seen it and I know you love it! My canyon, you
know!" she went on, answering Lady Charlotte's mystified look.

"Yes, dear child," said Lady Charlotte, bending over the pale face with
its halo of golden hair, "I love it." But she could get no further,
for her eyes were full of tears. Gwen gazed up into the beautiful face,
wondering at her silence, and then said gently:

"Tell me how it looks to-day! The Pilot always shows it to me. Do you
know," she added, thoughtfully, "The Pilot looks like it himself. He
makes me think of it, and--and--" she went on shyly, "you do, too."

By this time Lady Charlotte was kneeling by the couch, smoothing the
beautiful hair and gently touching the face so pale and lined with pain.

"That is a great honor, truly," she said brightly through her tears--"to
be like your canyon and like your Pilot, too."

Gwen nodded, but she was not to be denied.

"Tell me how it looks to-day," she said. "I want to see it. Oh, I want
to see it!"

Lady Charlotte was greatly moved by the yearning in the voice, but,
controlling herself, she said gaily:

"Oh, I can't show it to you as your Pilot can, but I'll tell you what I
saw."

"Turn me where I can see," said Gwen to me, and I wheeled her toward the
window and raised her up so that she could look down the trail toward
the canyon's mouth.

"Now," she said, after the pain of the lifting had passed, "tell me,
please."

Then Lady Charlotte set the canyon before her in rich and radiant
coloring, while Gwen listened, gazing down upon the trail to where the
elm tops could be seen, rusty and sere.

"Oh, it is lovely!" said Gwen, "and I see it so well. It is all there
before me when I look through my window."

But Lady Charlotte looked at her, wondering to see her bright smile, and
at last she could not help the question:

"But don't you weary to see it with your own eyes?"

"Yes," said Gwen gently, "often I want and want it, oh, so much!"

"And then, Gwen, dear, how can you bear it?" Her voice was eager and
earnest. "Tell me, Gwen. I have heard all about your canyon flowers, but
I can't understand how the fretting and the pain went away."

Gwen looked at her first in amazement, and then in dawning
understanding.

"Have you a canyon, too?" she asked, gravely.

Lady Charlotte paused a moment, then nodded. It did appear strange to m