we
cannot imagine it--in its fulness. We must look, not to see clear
outlines and distinct colours, but only the flood of heavenly light.
From point to point the promises pass on, with their golden touch; until
the vacant places in our lives disappear, and the aches die out, and
desire and longing are lost in 'more than heart could wish.'"'

A pause fell then, and a stillness, broken only by the plashing of a
little fountain, whose drops fell among the flowers.

As they rose to go, Tryphosa drew Pauline's face down until it touched
her own.

'Dear child, won't you claim your birthright?'

'I will, my lady.'

_Chapter VI_

GIVING ONESELF

The summer slipped away, and to Pauline it was a continual dream of
pleasure. She adhered strictly to her habit of rising with the sun, and
not the least enjoyable part of the morning was the three hours spent in
the solitude of her uncle's luxurious library, while the day was new.
Her active mind awoke from its enforced lethargy, and plumed itself for
flight with a delightful sense of freedom. The dream of her life was
coming true at last, and she was to have a chance to learn. She had
learned all that the Sleepy Hollow school could teach her long ago. She
would take up chemistry, of course, and biology, mathematics and
physics, French and Latin, geology and botany, and--well, she would
decide later upon the rest of her curriculum. Her father seemed to take
it for granted she should stay in Boston, her uncle called her his own
little daughter, and she was content. Her healthy nature enjoyed to the
full the innumerable diversions and pleasures which Belle's active brain
was continually planning. Picnics and garden-parties, excursions to the
beaches, where she was never tired of feasting her eyes on the glory of
the waves; or a run into the city to hear some special attraction.
Always brightness and fun and laughter, for Aunt Rutha's hospitable
house was a favourite resort with many of the Harvard students, and it
was the glorious summer time, when all the world--their little
world--was free to be gay. She, Pauline Harding, was like other girls
at last!

Then she must learn to row and to ride, with Richard Everidge for her
teacher. Belle taught her to swim, and Russell to play tennis, and
Gwendolyn took her to some of the many meetings to which she devoted her
life.

And then there was Tryphosa. She always made time for a visit there at
least once every week. She was