he clearest light we have. We
may not both see all the truth about anything at the same time."

"No," said Adele with a decisive shake of her head, "and we can't walk
by each other's consciences. But talking about seeing 'all the truth'
makes me think of something. You know I was in the Berkshire Hills
last summer? Well, I saw Greylock from several points of view. From
one it seemed a rather sharp spur; from another it was long and obtuse;
and from the last,--when somebody pointed out an ordinary, featureless
ascent and said: 'That's Greylock,' I could scarcely believe it. I
imagine our views of the truth are somewhat like that. It will take
time to walk all around it, I think."

"I think so," said Winifred reflectively. "Then if somebody had met
you when you had seen but one view of the mountain, and had described
simply another--"

"We should have quarreled!" said Adele.

CHAPTER XII

THE SOUL HEARS A CAUSE

Midsummer heat was advancing and the fashionable residents of the city
where our story is located--a city not too large, cleanly, healthful,
and beautiful for situation--found it necessary to leave town. Mrs.
Gray was among the number whose constitution demanded a change from the
accustomed air and scene, and from the round of conventional home life
to the equally conventional routine of life in a summer hotel. At
least, she supposed she required it. And was it not the regular thing
to do? And had she not arranged with Mrs. Dr. Greene long ago that
they should secure quarters together in the Loftimore House overlooking
the blue waters of Silverguile Lake? But when the last trunks were
packed and, gone, and she looked around in the cool quiet of her own
home, the soft eyes were troubled and she said to Winifred:

"I wish I were not going, dear. It is a trouble, after all. And you
are not going! You will come for a little while, won't you, child?"
And she gave her an already homesick caress.

Winifred promised, if it could be arranged. Mr. Gray and Hubert both
found it impossible to leave but for a short time, and Winifred was
glad of an excuse to stay with them, presiding in the quiet house with
its summer lack of visitors and improved opportunity for her new and
engrossing pursuit. She would go on to know God better, as she found
Him mirrored in the clear, still waters of His Word.

The days sped by all too rapidly. Adele did not leave for the summer,
and the two spent hours tog