and serve the Father according to what was given her as her reward. When
she had recovered a little of her rapture she rose from her knees, and
stood still for a moment to be sure which way she was to go. And she was
not aware what guided her, but yet turned her face in the appointed way
without any doubt. For doubt was now gone away for ever, and that fear
that once gave her so much trouble lest she might not be doing what was
best. As she moved along she wondered at herself more and more. She felt
no longer, as at first, like the child she remembered to have been,
venturing out in the awful lovely stillness of the morning before any
one was awake; but she felt that to move along was a delight, and that
her foot scarcely touched the grass, and her whole being was instinct
with such lightness of strength and life that it did not matter to her
how far she went, nor what she carried, nor if the way was easy or hard.
The way she chose was one of those which led to the great gate, and many
met her coming from thence, with looks that were somewhat bewildered, as
if they did not yet know whither they were going or what had happened to
them. Upon whom she smiled as she passed them with soft looks of
tenderness and sympathy, knowing what they were feeling, but did not
stop to explain to them, because she had something else that had been
given her to do. For this is what always follows in that country when
you meet the Lord, that you instantly know what it is that He would have
you do.

The little Pilgrim thus went on and on towards the gate, which she had
not seen when she herself came through it, having been lifted in His
arms by the great Death Angel, and set down softly inside, so that she
did not know it, or even the shadow of it. As she drew nearer the light
became less bright, though very sweet, like a lovely dawn, and she
wondered to herself to think that she had been here but a moment ago,
and yet so much had passed since then. And still she was not aware what