s, when Mrs. Caxton passing
through on her own business stopped a moment to look at her.

"All those from your walk, my dear! Do you not mean to apply to the
garden?"

"Aunty, I could have got a great many more, if I could have gone into
the woods--but my walk did not lie that way. Yes, ma'am, I am going
into the garden presently, when I have ordered these dishes well. Where
are they to go, aunt Caxton?"

"Some in one place and some in another. You may leave them here,
Eleanor, when they are done, and I will take care of them. Shall I have
the garden flowers cut for you?"

"O no, ma'am, if you please!"

Mrs. Caxton stood a moment longer watching Eleanor; the pretty work and
the pretty worker; the confusion of fair and sweet things around her
and under her fingers, with the very fine and fair human creature busy
about them. Eleanor's face was gravely happy; more bright than Mrs.
Caxton had ever seen it; very much of kin to the flowers. She watched
her a moment, and then went nearer to kiss Eleanor's forehead. The
flowers fell from the fingers, while the two exchanged a look of mute
sympathy; then on one part and on the other, business went forward.

Eleanor's work held her all the morning. For after the wild beauties
had been disposed to her mind, there was another turn with their more
pretentious sisters of the garden. Azaleas and honeysuckles, lilies of
the valley, hyacinths and pomponium lilies, with Scotch roses and white
broom, and others, made superb floral assemblages, out of doors or in;
and Eleanor looked at her work lovingly when it was done.

So went the morning of that day, and Eleanor's ride in the afternoon
was a fit continuation. May was abroad in the bursting leaves as well
as in opening flowers; the breath of Eden seemed to sweep down the
valley of Plassy. Ay, there is a partial return to the lost paradise,
for those whom Christ leads thither, even before we get to the
everlasting hills.

Eleanor this day was the first person addressed in the meeting. It had
never happened so before. But now Mr. Rhys asked her first of all, "How
do you do to-day?"

Eleanor looked up and answered, "Well. And all changed."

"Will you tell us how you mean?"

"It was when you were preaching last night. It all I came to me. I saw
my mistake, when you told about I the love of Christ to sinners. I saw
I had been trying to make myself good."

"And how is it now?"

"Now,"--said Eleanor looking up again with full