e will be time to talk afterward,"
said Snorro, "but now, what better thing can be done than to go to
church? It will be the best place of all, and it is well said, 'for a
happy hour a holy roof.' What dost thou think, Jan?"

"I think as thou dost, and I see the same answer in my Margaret's
face. Well, then, we will take that road."

So Jan, with his wife upon his arm, went first, and Snorro, holding
little Jan by the hand, followed. The congregation were singing a
psalm, a joyful one, it seemed to Jan, and they quietly walked to the
minister's pew, which was always reserved for strangers.

Ere they reached it there was a profound sensation, and Dr. Balloch
slightly raised himself and looked at the party. Jan was in his full
uniform, and so was Snorro, but there was no mistaking either of the
men. And no mistaking the tone of the service which followed! It
seemed as if the minister had flung off fifty years, and was again
talking to his flock with the fire and enthusiasm of his youth. His
prayer was like a song of triumph; his sermon, the old joyful
invitation of the heart that had found its lost treasure, and called
upon its neighbors to come and rejoice with it. The service ended in a
song that was a benediction, and a benediction that was a song.

Then Dr. Balloch hastened to come down, and Jan, seeing how he
trembled with joy, went to meet and support him; and so there,
even on the pulpit stairs, the good minister kissed and blessed
him, and called him, "my dear son." Peter put out both hands to Jan,
and Margaret embraced Suneva, and in the church-yard the whole
congregation waited, and there was scarcely a dry eye among either
men or women.

"Thou come home to my house to-night, Jan," said Peter, "thou, and thy
wife and child; come, and be gladly welcome, for this is a great day
to me."

"Come, all of you," said Suneva, "and Snorro, he must come too."

So they spent the night at Peter's house, and the next morning Peter
walked to his store between his son-in-law and his grandson, the
proudest and happiest man in Shetland. All, and far more than all of
his old love for Jan had come back to his heart. Jan could have asked
him now for the half of his fortune, and it would have been given
cheerfully.

CHAPTER XV.

LABOR AND REST.

"Turning to the celestial city, to infinite serenities, to love
without limit, to perfect joy."

The next evening Peter and Suneva and Dr. Balloch sat around Jan's