een
born again, born from poverty to riches. This sudden change of heart
and mind that had made her a new creature was a mystery to herself; how,
then, could she explain it satisfactorily to her husband? "I know you'll
think I'm notionate and changeable, but--I don't want to sell this
house. I feel just as much at home here now as I do in the little
cottage. I've got used to the servants and everything, and I want to
stay, and if I did not want to, I'd stay anyhow. It's cowardly to run
away or turn back when you've set out to do a certain thing, and I'm not
a coward. Oh! I know I can't make you understand how I feel about it and
how I came to change so, but--_I want to stay in this house._" She
paused and looked pleadingly at David. For a few seconds he was dumb
with astonishment, then:

"Good for you, Sarah," ejaculated David: "That's exactly the way I feel
about it." Pride and exultation shone in his eyes. Sarah had risen to
the situation, and if Sarah could, so could he.

"But can we afford to keep this house and the cottage, too?" asked Sarah
anxiously.

David laughed as one laughs at the questioning of a child.

"Wait a minute, Sarah; I've got something to show you." He rose and left
the room, returning presently with a drawing-board covered with sheets
of drafting paper. He drew his chair near to Sarah's, rested the board
on her knees, and began an enthusiastic description of the mechanism
pictured in his rough drawings. Sarah could not comprehend the
complexities of wheels, pulleys, flanges, and weights that David pointed
out to her, but David's mechanical genius was the glory of her life, and
she looked at the drawings with the rapt admiration a painter's wife
might bestow on a canvas fresh from her husband's touch.

"I've been hammering at this idea a good while," concluded David, "and I
believe I've got it in working shape at last. I'll have some better
drawings made this week and get them off to Washington, and if all goes
well, we'll have more money than we know what to do with."

"No, we won't," said Sarah. Her lips closed to a thin line, and she
spoke with defiant emphasis. "That's another thing I've learned while
you were away. I know what to do with money, and I don't care how rich
we are."

David stared at his wife in unveiled amazement. Was this his wife, who a
few short weeks ago was weeping over unwelcome riches and longing for a
life of poverty? Sarah's face crimsoned with the confusion of t