the floor before the fireplace.

"Ought to make some coffee,--David's so hungry after
church,--too--dead--tired--Ummmmm." Her voice trailed off into a
murmur and she closed her eyes.

David found her so, soundly sleeping, her hair curling about her face.
He knelt down and kissed her. She opened one eye.

"Coffee?" she queried automatically.

"I should say not. Go to bed." He sprawled full length on the floor,
his head against her arm.

"Worn out, aren't you, David?"

"Well, I'm ready for bed; Such a day! Did you have time for Mrs.
Garder before Endeavor?"

"Yes, she knew me too. I am glad I went. She had been waiting for me.
They say it is only a few days now. The way of a minister's wife is
hard sometimes. She wanted me to sing _Lead Kindly Light_, and was so
puzzled and confused when I insisted I couldn't sing. She thought
ministers' wives always sang. I know she is disappointed in me now.
If the Lord foreknew that I was going to marry a minister, why didn't
He foreordain that I should sing?"

David laughed, but attempted no explanation.

"Did you get along all right at the Old Ladies' Home?"