would say, "I heard the Voice, speaking
through a sister's lips; and it said: Oh,
sinner! for what, for what, what can
separate, separate, from the love...
Oh, nothing. Oh, nothing. Oh, nothing."
He would stare at Dr. Lavendar
with parted lips. "I HEARD IT," he would
say, in a whisper.

And Dr. Lavendar, bending his head
gravely, would be silent for a respectful
moment, and then he would look at
Philippa. "You are teaching Fenn's
sister to sew?" he would say. "Very
nice! Very nice!"

Philly saw a good deal of the sister
that summer; the young minister,
recognizing Miss Philippa's fondness for
Mary, and remembering a text as to the
leading of a child, took pains to bring the
little girl to Henry Roberts's door once
or twice a week; and as August burned
away into September Philippa's pleasure
in her was like a soft wind blowing
on the embers of her heart and kindling
a flame for which she knew no name.
She thought constantly of Mary, and
had many small anxieties about her--
her dress, her manners, her health; she