sort of leal homage in her heart's
core.

"That is not commonly the lot of those who are to reign
hereafter in a better kingdom."

Winnie rose up a little so that she could put both hands on
his shoulders, and kissed him on forehead and cheeks; most
loving kisses.

"But dear Governor, it isn't wrong for me to wish you to have
both things, is it?"

"I hope not, dear Winnie. I don't think your wishes will do
any mischief. But I am content to be here to-day."

"Are you? do you enjoy it?" she asked eagerly.

"Very much."

"I am so glad! I was afraid somehow you didn't -- as much as I
did. But I am sorry you can't keep it, Governor. Isn't it all
beautiful? I didn't know it was so delightful as it is."

And Winnie sighed her wish over again.

"You can't have your possessions in both worlds, Winnie."

"No, -- and I don't want to."

"You only wish that I could," he said smiling.

"Well, Winthrop, -- I can't help that."

"I am in better hands than yours, Winnie. Look at that shadow
creeping down the mountain."

"It's from that little white cloud up there," said Winnie. "O
how beautiful! --"

"You see how something that is bright enough in itself may
cast a shadow," he said.

"Was that what you thought of when you told me to look at it?"

"No, -- not at that minute."

"But then we can see the cloud and we know that it is bright."

"And in the other case we _don't_ see the cloud and we know that
it is bright. 'We _know_ that all things shall work together for
good to them that love God, to them who are the called
according to his purpose!'"

"But Governor, what are you talking of?"

"That little cloud which is rolling away from Wut-a-qut-o."

"But what cloud is over you, or rolling away from you?"

"I thought the whole land was in shadow to you, Winnie,
because I cannot buy it."

"Why no it isn't," said Winnie. "It never looked so bright to
me. It never seemed near so beautiful when it was ours."

"The other land never seemed so bright and never will seem so
beautiful, as when it is ours. 'Thine eyes shall see the King
in his beauty; they shall behold the land that is very far
off.'"

Winnie smiled a most rested, pleased, gratified smile at him;
and turned to another subject.

"I wonder what's become of your old little boat, Governor --
the Merry-go-round?"

"I suppose it is lying in the barn-loft yet," he replied
rather gravely.

"I wonder if it is all gone to pieces."

"I should think