up the path, Sarah glancing from side
to side at the newly planted shrubs and trees.

"Why, Dave, it looks just like our front yard, only everything's new.
There's that little maple tree at the corner of the house, just like our
maple tree at home, and all the shrubs I used to have, and planted in
exactly the same places. It's right curious how much it's like our old
place."

They were on the front porch now. David knocked loudly on the door. That
door! Sarah's eyes were scanning it as if it were a written page from
which she hoped to learn good tidings. It glistened bravely in its thick
coat of white paint, but when one has opened and shut the same door for
twenty years, the brush of the painter cannot wholly conceal its
familiar features. Surely that was her front door!

"The folks don't seem to be at home," said David, and as he spoke, he
took a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and flung it wide open.
David was no playwright, but he understood how to produce a dramatic
situation and bring a scene to a successful climax. The opening of the
door disclosed a narrow entry. The floor was covered with an oilcloth
somewhat worn, and in front of the door lay a rug of braided rags.
Against the wall stood a very ugly hatrack, and over the door leading
into the room on the left was a Bible text worked in faded yarns and
framed in dingy gilt. For a moment Sarah stood gazing bewildered at the
familiar interior, then she grasped her husband's hand and stepped
across the threshold, uttering an inarticulate expression of rapture,
while David laughed aloud in pure delight.

"Oh, David! David!" she cried, "it's my own home, my own little home!
What does it mean, David? Am I crazy or dreaming or what?" She was
clinging to David's arm, trembling and tearful. David patted her kindly
on the hand.

"You're not crazy, honey, and you're wide-awake, too. It means that
you've got your old home again, and you needn't ever go back to the
two-story brick house in town unless you want to."

"But I thought the house was torn down," insisted Sarah, incredulous of
the happy reality.

"So it was," explained David, "but I bought the lumber and had it all
put together again. Everything's just like it used to be except the
wall paper and paint. They're new."

Oh! the miracle of it! And it was David's love that had wrought the
miracle. Sarah tried to speak, tried to tell David all her happiness and
gratitude, but the words were so incoher