"I think every hour that perhaps she will come, and the joy will be so
great, that thinking of that makes the waiting short: and nothing here
is long, for it never ends; and it will be so wonderful to hear her tell
how the Father has guided her, that it will be a delight to us all; and
she will be able to explain many things, not only for us, but for all;
and we love each other so, that this separation is as nothing in
comparison with what is to come."

It was beautiful to hear this, but it was not what the little Pilgrim
expected, for she thought they would have told her of the homes to which
they all returned when their work was over, and a life which was like
the life of the old time; but of this they said nothing, only looking at
her with smiling eyes, as at the curious questions of a child. And there
were many other things she would have asked, but refrained when she
looked at them, feeling as if she did not yet understand; when one of
them broke forth suddenly in a louder voice, and said--

"The little sister knows only the little language and the beginning of
days. She has not learned the mysteries, and what Love is, and what life
is."

And another cried, "It is sweet to hear it again;" and they all gathered
round her with tender looks, and began to talk to each other, and tell
her, as men will tell of the games of their childhood, of things that
happened, which were half forgotten, in the old time.

After this the little Pilgrim went out again into the beautiful city,
feeling in her heart that everything was a mystery, and that the days
would never be long enough to learn all that had yet to be learned, but