"Yes," her father went on, "it was
a sin. Therefore, Philippa, SIN NO MORE.
Did you pray that this young man's
love might be given to you?"

Philippa said, in a whisper, "Yes."

"And it was given to you?"

"Yes."

"Philippa, was it the foolish weed
that moved him to love?" She was
silent. "My child, my Philly, it was
your Saviour who moved the heart of
this youth, because you asked Him.
Will you do such despite to your Lord
as to reject the gift he has given in
answer to your prayer?" Philippa, with
parted lips, was listening intently: "The
gift He had given!"

Dr. King dared not speak. John
Fenn looked at him, and then at Philippa,
and trembled. Except for the
sound of a bird stirring in its nest overhead
in the branches, a sunny stillness
brooded over the garden. Then,
suddenly, the stillness was shattered
by a strange sound--a loud, cadenced