take root again. It's an experiment they are trying, and we are
having the chance to work with them. We can buy this place and
pay for it over a long term of years. We've got the Christian
Center and the government to thank."

"Why, maybe after a while we could even send for the goods we
stored at Mrs. Albi's!" Grandma cried dazedly.

"You mean this is home? Home?" shrieked Rose-Ellen.

"Carrie thinks so," Daddy, said with a smile. "Run along and see
if she doesn't. Run along!"

The children rushed past him into the backyard. There stood
Carrie, still a moth-eaten-looking white goat. But now she had a
new gleam in her amber eyes, and at her feet a tiny, curly kid,
as black as coal.

"Maaaaaaa!" Carrie said proudly. From within the brown and white
cottage Seth Thomas pealed out twelve chimes--eight extra--as if
he, too, were shouting for joy.


[Illustration: Carrie and her kid]